Sweetheart.

Do you want me out of your life?

Do you want me to go away?

Do you want me to stop feeling and let you use me?

Do you want me to make you hate me?

Do you want to stop thinking about the tears I shed over the decisions that you have made?

Do you want to stop thinking about the fact that I love you?


Have patience, my dear.

For I will go away.

And maybe then you will realize what you missed out on.