I was just struck by how much I loved you in such a brief time. Friends on the road come and go, and it would never cross my mind to hold on to them, given they have such beautiful, strange paths to follow. To me, they are passersby.
I was craving for you to be a constant, that’s how dearly I loved you. I’m sorry I told you to fuck off. I’m sorry I meant it, too. I want nothing more than for you to be happy.
There’s nowhere to cry in this place. I’ll miss you.