I haven't the slightest what inspired me, but here it is. And i don't own newsies. Sorry. :0P

It was never meant to be. I guess I've known it all along, but somehow, I hoped. I hoped the promises were real, the smiles were true. When I met you, I knew I loved you. And I thought that you loved me too. I was sure we would get married, have kids, and live a happy life together.

But then I saw you kiss him. And I knew it was all a lie. I ran. As fast as I could, for as long as I could. I couldn't feel anything. No pain, no hurting. I couldn't even cry. But as soon as I stopped, it all came. Every feeling possible hit me, but the bad ones lingered. I lost control of myself. I threw up. I cried. That was all I could do.

Deep down, I think I've always known you loved him. The lingering glances, you could never stay mad at him. The hugs were more then friendly. Yet I continued to lie to myself. Tell myself it wasn't what I thought.

And while I was standing the streets of New York, in the middle of the night, a figure appeared. I knew him. I know you told me not to associate with him, but he made the first move. I couldn't do anything about it. I was weak, remember? He made sure I was okay, asked me what happened. And even thought I knew I should've told him about you, I couldn't. I didn't answer. I just cried.

It's been a week since I saw you last. When you kissed him. I saw it, in my dreams. You two, together. The boy who found me, I learned his name. And I guess I feel in love with him. How could I not? He saved me from myself, and from you. He's been looking for an excuse to get him out of this city. So have I. And now we will. Away from the memories and pain, the dirty streets.

You are probably wondering why I'm telling you all this. To be honest, I'm not exactly sure either. All I know is that I love you, and I'll miss you. I always will, probably. Tell David he is lucky to have you. You are lucky to have him. You two were probably meant to be.

Hopefully, I will see you in the future. You don't have to remember me, though. Someday, my newfound lover and I will be back, most likely visiting his family here. And I will see you walking down the street. And I will think 'There he is.'. And then David will come up to you. You probably won't kiss him, but a hug maybe. And my heart will break again. But by then I will be strong. I will not cry. Instead, I will keep walking towards you, but keeping my distance. I will be pushed into you by someone, and I will say excuse me. And you will say it's okay. But you will not remember me. David will, though. He's smart. I will keep walking, not looking behind me. David won't tell you it was me. You will forget about it in a few hours, and I will just be another face. But that's okay. I don't really mind, I guess.

Maybe that's why I'm writing this letter to you. To tell you that you don't have to feel bad for what has happened. I will be fine. Just always remember to tell David how lucky he is, and how lucky you are.

Well, I guess this is good-bye. Maybe forever. Best of wishes to you two. I hope everything turns out okay. By the time you get this, I'll be gone. But I need you to know one more thing. I love you, Jack.

Now good-bye. For good.