I can’t keep doing this. Because one day, this part of my life will be a memory that I choose to forget. I refuse to honor its existence here for you to read. So just know that I have loved you, never wavering. And I’m doing what I have to because of that fact. I hope you find me and that I’m still whole. Because I never anticipated that when I told you I was willing to wade through hell to be with you—that tonight, the Devil would call my bluff.
