Typing and retracting, those letters appear and disappear in the context of the email which I am attempting to send to you. 

What to say as a beginning? 'How are you these days?' or 'How is everything going with you recently?' All such greetings play as passer-bys in the email senario. What exactly do I want to say that plays the leading character? The answer comes with my long-tortured heart. 

I miss you and yet I cannot tell you straightly. One can always come to situation when one's emotional turmoil fails to find its own way out. Just as what I feel like at this moment.

I want to proclaim that I love you, making the three magic letters heard by the whole world. Yet I cannot. This unheard sentiment whip me like an executioner, having been dreading me since the very moment when I decided to send you this email of pronouncement.

Sitting at the desk I am just like a convict , guilty of what I have done. What I have done is that I fell in love with a person whom I never should have loved.I know this is the wrong thing. If Heaven should come to pity on me, am I allowed to be forgiven for the fact that I never have told you that I was in love with you.

You never ever knew it. And now I am about to unveil to you my guilt--my love on you, in a recording evidence--the email.

Ten minutes passed away and yet I retreated. I retreated like a coward feeing back from a bitter battle. I deleted all those lines and retracted the email which I was so longing to send ten minutes before. As I know this can never work out.

Facing the relationship which is undoubtly doomed to end, I choose not to let it take place in the first beginning.