Never did I think I would sit here and write my goodbye to you. Letting go and leaving had never been my strong suit as I am used to being left. They say goodbyes are bittersweet, but I can’t seem to taste the sweetness of my sorrow.

I leave you to end my miserableness, although I can’t help but think of your own. It pains me to know that I have caused you struggle, or will have, once you read th...

You grabbed my hand,

you asked me why,

And I didn’t speak.

When asked if I would answer

I stuttered.

You wanted an answer.

You wanted me to speak,

And It wasn’t a question of why, but when.

A question of how I would react

When you were gone.

I didn’t know.

You asked me why I couldn’t tell you,

Why my nonchalance and indifference plagued our conversations:

Because I will not break your heart....