A few weeks ago I had to make a choice. For background, I was unhappy. I felt alone, as if the one who would normally be by my side had abandoned me for something more interesting. We all have a limit, and I was well past my own. Because of this I began lashing out at the person I cared most about. I hurt them. I caused pain and grief in order to get some kind of attention from them. But in hurting them, I was hurting myself. I made the choice because I did not want to cause anymore pain to them. I still love them with all my heart, but going back would not change anything. The cycle would start again, my pleading to be with me, even if only for an hour. My cries for any sort of affection would once again go unanswered, muffled by the hands of things more interesting and easy. So I hurt them for the last time, to save them from the things I hadn't yet said, and the things I hadn't yet done. If you read this one day, know that I didn't mean any of the things I had said, and just know that I tried my best to save us together, even if it meant we wouldn't be together ever again. I'm sorry you fell in love with me. It was my fault.

Sincerely,
D.M.W.