I wish I could explain in a way that makes rational sense.
I've been scouring my mind for an easy way to phrase
the actions that came so cruelly to my heart last night.

Nothing is ever private. We should have known.
I wish I could have had the foresight to be more careful,
to hold myself back from being so arrogantly confident
that no one would find out until the time had come.

It isn't your fault.

It is mine.

Forbidden contact, that's what this is.
No more texts, no more messages....
nothing.

It breaks my heart in two, and I wish I could find a way
to help you feel less heartbreak than I.
This storm feels neverending.

In this past week I have felt more alive
than I thought possible.

And now your sorrow turned to rage
breaks it into a million pieces that I thought
it would never have to suffer through.
I wish privacy was so well practiced.

But not now, not today.

And so with a heavy heart, I bid you adieu,
my prince, my star, my superhuman silvertongue.

I will miss you more than I can say.

I will miss us.