A poem.

It was a pleasure falling in and out of love with you.
It was a pleasure to have met an incredible free spirited soul like you.
It was a pleasure to have experienced all the butterflies and all the nervousness every time i saw you around.
It was a pleasure having absolutely nothing right to say to you in person.
it was a pleasure feeling vulnerable around you.
It was a pleasure having my heart crushed by seeing how unattainable you were.
It was a pleasure learning the very basic fact that in order for others to love you , you gotta love yourself first.
It was a pleasure learning the most important life lesson from you.
It was a pleasure missing you when you left.
It was a pleasure falling madly in and out of love with you.
It was a pleasure.