I was so foolish, such a fool, to have let myself fall so deeply into this hole of you that I could not tell up from down, right from wrong, need from desire. That all I knew was how insatiably I loved you, regardless of how you felt or what anyone else thought. How foolish was I, to be aware of absurdity and continue? But there were promises I made to you that I simply could not break, regardless of the fact that it would never amount to anything meaningful in your eyes. I must break them now, my dearest love, I have no other choice but to. I must begin to sever me from you. Before I lose what little I have left.