I never imagined that not speaking with you would make me feel this bad. I don’t know if it’s easier for you but I knew from the few moments I spent with you when I first met you that I would ever be scared of loosing you but here I am trying to cushion up my fear and let things happen if it has to. I’ve made countless changes, trying to shed the clingy part of myself to ensure your comfort but the constant quest to find fault in my own words to you has left me drained. I’m weary of feeling like there’s something fundamentally wrong with me. I know I’m far from perfect and I’m not implying that you’re the problem, for you’re just being yourself or perhaps struggling to comprehend your actions. I’m hurt and I desperately wish this phase also could be erased and we move on but right now, I’m at the point of surrender, my emotions worn raw and I’m beyond the point of caring. If this is it, I hope you get the best in all your quest in life, I hope you find what makes you happy.