You’ll probably don’t believe this but, when I first meet you I just thought “wow, It’s going to be impossible to live after we breathed the same air”; and it is.

I know you think is for the best, and I know it’s going to be the best choice for you (i’m happy for that), but deep into my core I feel this kind of volcano, an eruption within my heart that little by little will erode my soul until it’s covered in ashes and dust.

Saying goodbye to you is not just that, it’s saying goodbye to midnight dances on the kitchen, to fights over choosing a movie, it’s saying goodbye to morning messages and late night kisses.

I know is for the best, at least it will be the best for one of us.