I left… a cold day. Thats what it was. Melancholy would be what I described the world as being. I know not if what I did was right but to me it meant all the better. I left her. Not because of some fault of hers… not even because it wasnt working. I left out of fear of my own being. It isnt that I myself was a bad man. Or that I feared her actions. It was that I myself, in myself, feared my own thoughts. I had never known the value of love… that very thing that holds our being. That gives life meaning. Without it we are but birds unable to fly. Man without purpose. Yet I became so used to the drastic reality of this world. A place so vile and corrupted that it can only be described as absurd. I delved into the mind. I developed in myself an ability to live and provide meaning off of scorn and disdain. I longed to live. Then I found her. Like a sunflower in a field of thorns. She brightened every moment… she made me whole. You might ask then “why would you leave?” And its simple. I never truly was able to value life. I lived more so off of a desire to spite the creator. As such I never was able to be the best man for her. With her bright attitude and happiness that seemed to spark at every opportune moment. She was everything I wasnt…. As such I left. So what truly is then the value of love. Well it is a way of life. Of elecating oneself to the true power of man. One must love even ever so slightly to make the choices that need made. To love does not always mean romantically. I loved her enough to realize when I had to go… for her sake. I realized it may hurt her but she knew the same as I we would never work. Starcrossed lovers as one might say. We no matter how much we wished to be together would never work… so I leave her now. I find my own burden again. I push against my fate of doom. It gives me faith to have been able to love and to know that all my acts therefore are now out of love. Hate no longer. I still value my scorn but why must I thus be unhappy. I must mix them to make better. She taught me that value. Love means everything. It is the buoy and float to pull you when you drown. The parachute to slow your descent. It is the irrationality of the world made good. So now I leave you now dear reader… I hope this suffices so far. Much could be elaborated. But this lesson must be kept short. I hope my story teaches in you a lesson. Thank you. And goodbye… I say to you as I once did her… goodbye.