i'm writing to you now to say goodbye. the pain has gotten too much and i wish to run away, again. for if we come across each other in the future naturally, i ask you to hug me and hold me close. lord knows i need it.
perhaps you can't find me, i'll be in paris. every afternoon, i'll drink wine on my balcony. i'll look for you at the stars and if you wish to not look for me, remember me for the least.
my love, this has all come to an end but i really do pray that you wish to find me.