Dear love,

I’m writing just to let you know that I’m still here to let you mourn. Forgive my soul as I don’t know how to take control. As I let myself drifted away from the shore, drowning myself deep down in the hole. Hoping for someone to bring me home and honey, it was not your fault.

As I can’t be saved if I don’t let myself to be
and I have to learn how to breathe while suffocating.

So don’t wait for me, please.

—n.y