I feel different today.

I failed you. It wasn't about win or lose, it was about keeping the game going. The game we were playing became unhealthy.

Your wellbeing is my highest concern.

I wish you the best life!

Goodbye.

I said all that, and I struggle to let go. At least I'm consistent LOL. I don't want this, but I must do it for me, since I have done everything I could except walk away.

This lady got me with the end of this one: https://youtube.com/shorts/kdwpxsxFVXc?is=Pqg1Jdl8Sc-Wm6Dz

The ones who stay, the ones who heal alongside you, the ones who choose you again even on the days it would have been easier to leave.

I wanted to heal alongside you. I chose you. Now, I will do it on my own. Today, I choose me. I would have done anything for you, give you the world or stop the world so we could be together. Some people might say I'm autistic and obsessed. They might be right. I'm not defending anymore.

I know I hurt you. I understand that I crossed your boundary. I won't try to say one last thing here (even though I just totally did that too lol, fucking hopeless, wait talk to myself better, I'm just a man grieving the loss of his amazing wife, I'm hopeful, and that's the problem).

I am sorry.

This is the end of the chapter.