Goodbye.

I think I have to say goodbye, this is starting to feel too sweet.

What about us is the exception? What about us is unique?

See the issue here is the millions of scenarios I’ve already gone through in my head.

Love has barely lasted for a year, but supposedly this one won’t end until we’re dead?

I’ve loved every version, every form of you that I’ve met.

I think cutting our losses and cutting this short is obviously our best bet.

Flight is in my nature, impulsivity handles my fears.

Could you wait this thought out with me, until irrationality clears?