I don't know.

I just don't know.


But I think I do know that this love - this... this twisted, toxic THING between us - is not good for me.

So...

Without ever having to confess anything real scale to you, I'm okay with you going away. I'm okay with you being 10,000 miles away. I'm okay with you not coming back.

I'm okay with me just being alone. I've come to terms with it.

I'm okay, I promise.