If I leave, if we stop this, if all of this ends, I’m not coming back. I can’t say goodbye a hundred times a come back after every one. My mind is spiraling with all of the possibilities but I have yet to arrive at a solution. I come from a place of not knowing what the hell I’m doing but I need you to tell me that we won’t just let this go because, to be honest, its easier to breathe when you’re around. It’s easier to see and it’s easier to smile. You said you love my smile, don’t let it fade. I’m begging you. I have already left once. I lost everything. I have found so much more but I lost so much and I will never not think about that because when I think about leaving here, It feels like I’m leaving home all over again.