Tell me the truth,
Even if it is cold or cruel or hard to hear.
I would rather be heart broken
If it means that I have closure and I'm able to release the hurt and move on,
Than to waste my time being fooled by a lie intended to soften the blow to my feelings

I can feel it. We've grown  apart,
Our conversations are no longer lively,
And we often come across an awkward silence.
I know this is the end of the line for us.
Our story, like every good story, is almost at the end.
These are the final pages of our story.
So I have one final thing to say:
In the future we will go our separate ways,
Forget about each other,
Become nothing but a distant memory,
But I still believe that what we experienced is pure and true.
Therefore, never forget that I did love you,
And while it did not work out for us,
My heart and my mind will never forget you.

I take a deep breath
"Here," I say,
You give me a questioning look
"What is it?" You ask,
"It's my key." My voice shakes as I reply,
"I'm ready for you to unlock what is hidden inside, but I warn you; The things you are about to see aren't very pretty and there won't be very much happiness. Just know that while my head is full of painful memories and experiences, you have made my life so much happier; And as you follow up to these last few days, you will notice that there is rarely any sadness left. If you do not like what you see, and you no longer can withstand me, please return the key back to me and leave quietly. I understand that there is a lot to take in and if it is too much for you then that's okay. I love you more than life and more than death; Therefore nothing you can do will ever change the way I feel about you." My voice cracks at the end. Tears are dripping down my face. The key lays on the palm of my hand. I extend my arm out to you and wait to see what you will do next. Will you take the key, or will you turn away? Will you accept me and my mess, or will you be disgusted by me and run away?