...and my loneliness, always my loneliness - that airless bubble of despair that is slowing stifling me.

...and my loneliness, always my loneliness - that airless bubble of despair that is slowing stifling me.

The words fire from my mouth like bullets, ricocheting off the walls before I can even register what I'm saying.

If I keep breathing, then I have to keep living, and if I keep living, then I have to keep hurting, and I can't - not like this.

As the light begins to intensify, so does my misery, and I wonder how it is possible to hurt so much when nothing is wrong.

How can something so wrong feel so right?

They say when you really love someone, you should be willing to set them free. So that is what I am doing. I will step back and you will move on. I will let you go. ... Your happiness means everything to me. I will listen for your voice in the distance. I will look at the moon. I will keep you in my pocket. I will carry your smile with me everywhere, like a warm and comforting glow.