to whom it may concern,

    who harbored enough love for the world,

but failed to contain any for herself.

    i admired her ability to maintain her stability,

despite the fact not everyone loved her back ...

    or at least not in the way she wanted to be.

but she always told me, in a monotone way,

    " that's okay, i don't deserve it anyway. "

though later on, she would remind me,

    " don't settle for any less than what you desire,

or you'll only burn up in an inward fire. "

    but for herself,

meaningless love was better than none.

    looking at her now through the mirror,

i've come to realize one important thing ...

    i can't do this anymore.