I have no regrets.
You were a season in my life--springtime, if you will. I appreciate Spring, but it's not my favorite season.
Let's face it, we were lukewarm at best. Though I believe there is more to a lasting relationship than passion, there just ought to be a few days when the temperature reaches record-breaking highs.
Clichéd as it sounds, I think ours was always destined to be a friendship. That, love, will last a lifetime.
I believe in you.