'In the morning I fled, left a note and it read; "someday you will be loved, i cannot pretend that i felt any regret, 'cause each broken heart will eventualy mend...you'll be loved, like you never have known, and the memories of me, will seem more like bad dreams. just a series of blurs, like i never occured. someday you will be loved. you may feel alone when you're falling asleep, and everytime tears roll down your cheeks. but i know your heart belongs to someone you've yet to meet. someday you will be loved."'