Me moriré de ganas de decirte que te voy a echar de menos.

When you said me it, I thought to write something what explain everything that I felt in that moment, but then I reconsidered and I reached a conclusion: I won't write nothing about you. Why? Very easy: I don't wanna remember your good and bad things; I don't wanna think what could happend or what not; I don't want live this bitter moment one more time or cry like a silly girl and let alone a guy like you. Coward. You don't deserve the penalty, and I can say it because I know you too. You haven't showed me nothing, but at the same time you have showed me all.

You has got reason when you said that I wasn't for you. I'm too much woman for you and you couldn't appreciate me, it was your mistake.