I would really, REALLY like to be with you (and you have no idea how much).
And I would really like that you need me as least the half (or a quarter) of I-need-YOU.

But, the life is like this... And if I could have you and now I lost you, so I suppose that it is just my fault; and that is what have to happen.

(Any way, I still love you... And I miss you.)