We’ve reached the end. It’s a natural end. The end of the road.

Things won’t improve. We are both mired in our lives. And it’s okay.

I am forever grateful. For a moment, you were my girl. You’re sensational. Incredible. And I am glad we shared so much in so little time.

Time. It is time. You’re content with your life. Yet I find it… restraining. I can’t play small. You’re not interested in growing. In rising up.

Everything is black or white for you. Looking back, maybe I was the same way at that age. No third way. No grey.

You are not yet capable. And I cannot stay. Adventure calls. Always calling.

I made the mistake of making you my adventure. What a burden that must have been! You played the role like a star. Too much? Maybe. At times.

A bond formed between us. Ironclad. There’s no animosity between us. It’s simply time.

Time to drift apart. A conclusion I arrived at while compiling a list of reasons to stay together. The irony isn’t lost on me.

And perhaps, one day, we’ll meet again.

Perhaps. I’d like that.

Bye.