There are things that you believe are meant to be.
That they will happen, and that the dots will connect to form a circle.
Sometimes, you are right and there is a circle.
Sometimes, you are wrong and it remains an unfinished scribble.
There is no one you can blame, no one you can point to.
You know you did what you had to. You did all you could, and you just couldn’t keep up.
You make a huge promise, and you shatter it.
You realize you couldn’t keep your word –
That keeping your word would mean killing yourself from within.
You make a choice.
A difficult choice. You believe that one day, it will make sense.
You believe that it will stop hurting.
I hope that someday the guilt will die down.
I was your best dream, and I know I am now your worst nightmare.
I am sorry.