I want you to know that it’s not your fault. I’m just putting this out there, just in case the thought crosses your mind.
I hope you will continue to think of me as witty, quirky and intelligent. I do not want to be remembered as a sour ending or a collection of thoughts that failed to carry themselves properly across our restless thumbs. I don’t want to be the source of any sorrow – do know that no one ever made me happy the way you did. And I’m happy that I’m leaving you at a time when you have many sets of arms enveloping you and keeping you warm.
I believe this was inevitable. At one point or the other, we were bound to say goodbye for good, and I’d rather I do it now, at a time when my absence wouldn’t made a mighty dent in your daily schedule. Or anyone’s schedule, to be fair. I know I’ll be breaking hearts as I go, but they are all hearts that are capable of healing, unlike mine that seems to be stubbornly holding on to things that do not even matter anymore.
I digress. I suppose you could say I’m dragging my feet, because this really was the last item on my agenda. I’m tired of pretending to be everything I’m not, and my demons are bidding me home. And I think I’m finally ready to go this time.