“And all I loved, I loved alone.”
Edgar Allan Poe
Here’s a secret for you: I don’t believe that you have now what we could’ve had. And this… this is slowly killing me, darling. Everything around me… every little thing I touch falls apart. When I said those words I knew that one of us wouldn’t survive, but they just came out like an august rain. I couldn’t hold it back. And I did it again. I am dead inside and yes, I am sorry.