Then, my feelings was well expressed by this nice writing of the poet Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin:
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.
Now my feelings looks like this:
I desired you, now I don’t
The flame of desire is almost extinguished
The flame of Love is eternal, so I will love you forever
God gives you another who will make you happy
God make me to be in peace, having loving-kindness inside