Updated Version of Letter to Rose (Again corrected some typos)

Yes, I think I should write a letter to her, have been thinking about it. Maybe it's time to draft it here. I want to write something

Rose, 

By the time you are reading this letter, I am overseas for my Masters degree. It has been six years since our break up.

For six years I have been trying my best to conceal my feelings for you, for I know you would prefer it that way, but lately I have no longer been able to cage up my thoughts. The confession is literally forced out of me.        

It is clear to me now, finally after all these times for myself to ponder over the matter, and more importantly, my self. It was my lack of self appreciation, due to perhaps not very merry a childhood and competitive schooling I received as a boy, that gave me fear and loneliness all the years before I have met you. 

In order to make up for the lack of courage, I tried to play the charming, confident self which deep down just making matters worse with all the people in my life. Thus the bipolar of loathe and love.

There is no point dwell on the past though, and I ask myself do I still have feelings for you? The truth is I loved you, and I still do, but nothing stands comparison with you really being happy with someone you probably are meeting now, which is more important than being able to see you again, if we are to be. For I love you, I have always wished that you may be happy with someone else and your family, though I will not bear to be the witness of.

If it is meant to be, we will not see each other for the rest of our lives, and it is perhaps the best possible outcome, but my heart will forever be fond of you as all female literature students are to Rupert Brooke, until I am become dust.

I just want to thank you for having loved me as you did, and I just have to tell you how I still feel towards you, and you deserve to read about it. Although it is too late, it makes me happy to be able to say that to you, .

Yours,

Andrew