Read what I wrote now her..with wich metaphore:
Ok Anny,stay with your life and work..
I m very disappointed and sad 
It was better that I never met you   

You are  like a cake on a table that a child who desires and wants it for so longtime, can't reach.. 

It's not destiny ,we ll never meet.
I wish you serene life, good work..
And to find a man better than me.
But I m afraid that it will be pretty difficult,Anny