I never wanted to leave you anymore.
I never wanted to stop making more memories with you, because for every new ones that we create together, all of our old, bad ones seems to be fading into the nothingness,
and I find that pretty amazing... magical, even.
I never wanted to stop sharing laughters and jokes only we can understand because when we're side by side, laughing together, it feels like oasis in the middle of a desert in long drought.
Whenever I see you laugh as if nothing's wrong, whatever's falling apart seems to be just falling into place.
I never wanted to stop holding you and carressing you in places that's hurting,
if only my touches can heal and help.
I never wanted to leave anymore.
I even swore, remember?
But if my presence would only remind you of the pain of her absence, then I'd rather be gone and absent myself.
I'd rather be lost if that would be the cost of finding yourself.
I'd rather fade into the shadows if it would mean finding your light.
I'd rather be stuck in time if that would make the hands of your own clock move faster to when you will be in a genuinely better state.
I'd be more than happy to always just sit in the darkest hour of the night if that would make you run to find your morning light.
Oh, I'd rather mourn all night.
I'd rather be forgotten like a bad picture, if it would make you remember the spellbinding painting of how happy you were before all of this happened—before you met me.
Please heal and be happy, that's the very last favor you can do for me, out of respect for our time together and our relationship.
Please be happy.