You tell me that you are leaving.
You have to leave, and part of me understands that.
It does not stop me from wanting
to lift my face to the sky and scream.
If I could have prevented all of this,
I would do it.
Had I known what would happen,
I would go back and change time.
But I cannot.
I must live with my guilt,
my shame, my regret.
All I can offer you is the knowledge
that I still love you.
I always will.
And I will miss you,
maybe more than you truly know.
Take care, my love.
Be safe.
