This is it. This is the time.
I'm going to pick up the broken pieces of my heart and move on. I can't possibly cling on any further. It has been torched to me directly that I'm not needed anymore. I'm picking up the remaining pieces of my dignity and pride, and just go forward, without turning back. Everything is slowly fading, including the old memories.
I can never get angry with you for so long, but today you've crossed the boundaries. I'm never turning back.
Thank you for everything.

Dear Heart,
I'm so sorry for breaking you into a million pieces. I promise the fragments will re-form.