moink?

I have a confession,
to my most recent obsession.
I thought we were like no other,
and that we belonged together.
But other persons of affection
have caused you to shun neglection.
I did not want it to end like this,
for our friendship to fall into an abyss.
I do not want this to turn into another sad story,
my eyes are done being blurry.
I want to say sorry for all the things I have done,
I just could not belief you were gone.
I'm going to end this letter
because I can not make it better(to be cont.)

?

So why do we procrastinate this conversation?
When only in the back of our minds we are thinking about it?

So this is how its supposed to be a common hello and a faint good bye?
then what after our last cry?