I had to walk away and be who I am. And I am sorry.
I forgot how to live without you, and I was unwilling to live not knowing when I would taste your lips again. I forgot how to walk away and so I just decided to stay. Until you finally left.
Don’t let him go. Don’t let yourself have another wonderful story that ends tragically. You deserve to write the love story that doesn’t just have an ending because this man is a new chapter.
You look around and you remember, how in that one corner of your parents’ room, you found your mother cried at least once or twice. You remember how you ran to her and comforted her, hoping that your every touch and every ‘I love you’ would fix it for her.
I turned off the lights, one night, after his long episode of schizophrenia. We laid down together on our bed. Quiet, tired, afraid, depressed.