You must have understood that I can’t give you more than I already have. I’ve given you too much as it is… a piece of my heart, forever imprinted with your name.

I believe I showed you too much, but if I’m lucky you won’t remember that much of it.

…but what if you do, what if it’s all you ever think of, what if you’re in pain. I couldn’t forgive myself if that were the case, because it should only be me that’s hurting…

I’m the villain in this story; it’s me you have to blame.

For I should never have let you come that close, felt that comfortable, let it go that far. But I think you saw that, later on, and now you’re trying to forget and I’ll let you.

I’ll let you go.