Rita, Yet again, another letter I'll never send to you. But I need to bleed my heart onto paper again. So here I go... My heart can’t hate you, yet wish it could. I want you far from me, but I’d kill to have you so near that nothing could ever come between us again. This was love in its purest form, and you couldn’t take the heat. You left me here, bleeding over the ashes, clawing my way back to you, trying to save us both. Silly me. I didn’t see you’d already jumped into the first car that stopped, already warm again, far away from me. I know your heart better than you know how to hold it. And you’ll break it again, but my heart won’t forget. I'll heal. I'll move on. I'll love again. But never quite like I did with you... Ryan Luke