Dear Miley,

Actually I don't even know why I'm writing to you.

I haven't seen you in so long, so long that if I ever send you this letter, I wouldn't know your address.

No, wait, Maybe I know it. You live with him.

You have no idea, you haven't got the slightest idea of what I felt when I got the mail yesterday and I read that piece of paper, lined in gold, with the words: Nick Jonas.

"You are cordially invited to Liam Hemsworth and Miley Ray Cyrus' wedding, which will take place on September 3 in .."

I didn't even had the strength to keep on reading. I threw it on the ground and Elvis helped to break it into small pieces of paper on the floor.

Why? Why do you have to get married? You are only 22? Why Miles? Why are you doing this to yourself, but especially, to me?

Don't you remember, many years ago, when you said: "Nicholas Jerry Jonas, one day I'll marry you, I swear "?

Well, of course, you were 15 ,those were just empty words.

But I believed them.

I really believed it, and I continued to believe in them until yesterday morning.

You know, you were my first love.

I still remember everything, and thinking about it makes me shudder. It makes me feel used, disappointed, forgotten.

When I met you. You were so beautiful.

" We were young and times were easy "

Do you recognize this song? Before the storm.

The one we sang together a long time ago. When we were nothing but friends, actually, colleagues.

When we were no longer "Niley" as our fans called us. I've always loved that term. They have always believed in us and I too.

But back to the song, those words are true. I don't know if you ever thought of the true mining of those words

" I'm standing here but you don't see me

I'd give it all for that to change

And I don't want to lose her

I don't wanna let her go ".

I sang with my heart these words Miles, with all my heart. Accepting the truth.

The truth was that you were not mine anymore, you didn't belong to me anymore.

But I still had that bit of hope that one day I could invite my brothers and my parents at my wedding.

I on the altar. Dressed in black, with a bow tie.

And you there, in the back of the church, with your father ,hand in hand.

A white dress, made of silk, that would mark your stunning curves perfectly. Hair pulled back. And a smile.

That's how I always imagined my wedding. You and I, together, forever.

But it didn't go this way.

Sure, that song "7 things", didn't help our cause.

And even my "Stay" was useless, apparently.

Where did we go wrong? Where did I go wrong? What's wrong in me?

I'm too kind? too caring? Too romantic?

What Liam has more than me?

I have nothing against him, really. But I can not stand the fact that he will be the one dressed in black with a bow tie.

I can't, I just can't.

We should have been happy ,the two of us together. We should have had our children, with curly hair and a passion for music, just like you and me.

But no.

And now I stay here, sitting in this chair, writing this useless letter that you will never read.

I'm sitting here wondering where I went wrong.

But I can not find answers.

I've always loved you Miley. Maybe I should have shown you better.

I made a mistake. I let you go away from me, without reacting, without doing anything.

Then yes, I deserve it. I deserve to be here with tears wetting this white paper, blurring the black pen with which I am writing these words.

I decided, Miles. I will take this letter in our park. In the park where we went so many years ago, I don't even know if it changed or stayed the same.

What I hope is that there is still that big tree where we shared our first kiss. Where it all began.

And then maybe, just maybe, I'll bury this letter there, under the oak tree.

I'll leave a note attached to a little branch with the words: "for my destiny , my hope ."

I was sure that you were my destiny.

But sadly, it seems, you never were.

What I do know though, is that you are, you were and you will always remain, my only hope.

How I wish I could write "Your",

Nicholas