My First Love is Over

Yesterday, I send last message to one I love, to apologise about my immatureness; when I am 26 years old, at a winter morning.

It is a end of my 8 years.

I cannot guess whether the message have been read, though, I hope that one day it will be opened by her. And if I still be allowed, I want to tell her, lastly, that a lot of thanks.