Love is not a sickness...Infatuation is

I know i can't force you to like me, to take me, to accept me.
What i'd like to say seems so simple, but i can't put it to words.
Dear_______,
I won't say your name, you might find it embarassing and if people will see and read this 'private' letter i wouldn't want to embarass you, i have already and that is enough, as you have said 'I no longer am in your heart and in your interest' but you said ' i still care for you' and with your words repeating in my head while i lie in bed 'we can still be friends'.
They say if you lose something you have to let it go. I cannot do it.
I will miss everything, i will miss your hand in my hand, i will miss watching you watch me, i will miss your kisses on my cheek, i will miss your whisper in my ear, i will miss your laugh, i will miss your secret smiles that you send me, i will miss your 'i love you's' even though all of it was not real, i will miss it.
Every day i wake up and hope to wake up in a day where you love me again.
But, i know you never loved me, and maybe you never will.
So, if you want to find me, I am always sitting at the old tree in the park, the tree where you promised me you'll love me forever..
But, Love is still love after the hatred and tears and sorry's have gone and faded, love is still there.
I still love you, while you never loved me at all.