How are you?

I want to know, how are you? But I can't ask you directly. I know if I ask you, you'll be disturbed. You never understand why I stopped loving you but still want to be friend with you. To you, it's a horrible truth to accept. You thought if you work hard enough, then I'll be yours. But Jason Mraz isn't for everyone. In the end I'm not yours. But I still care about you. I think you as a friend, a real friend that I respect. Dear friend, how are you? I miss you. But I dare not tell you to make you fall in a bad mood.