I don’t know if this is the right thing anymore. I can barely see through my eyes. There’s such a desperation about this loss. I know that I have chosen to walk away from you, but I’m already mourning. We won’t ever be the same after this and it feels too much to bare. I try to hug you once more, but you softly push me away. A signal that it’s time to do as I’ve said. I’m so sorry.