For all those who were too stupid/scared to do the right thing…from my 1st crush in kindergarten…to my ex husband…to a couple of lovers and my final crushes I held in recent times.
I dedicate Andrew Pushkin to you:

I loved you; and perhaps I love you still,
The flame, perhaps, is not extinguished; yet
It burns so quietly within my soul,
No longer should you feel distressed by it.
Silently and hopelessly I loved you,
At times too jealous and at times too shy.
God grant you find another who will love you
As tenderly and truthfully as I.