I think it’s time for me to let go. 

But... is it? It feels sort of unfair, really. I wasn’t exactly ready to let go... but you took that from me, made sure I had nothing to cling to. Sure, perhaps I should be thanking you for that, but if I’m being honest I would much rather just have you in my life still. 

It’s pathetic, isn’t it? Everyone asks me why I’m still crying, why I still choke up…