Dear You, I hope all is well. I hope that your sun is still shining, your Earth is still rotating, and you are still having the time of your life. Even after everything you’ve done I still feel as if I need to apologize. I am sorry for leaving you. I am sorry for walking away, but I had to. It hurt, you hurt, I couldn’t do it anymore. I don’t remember what the final straw was. I think it was just the little things that built up over time. Maybe it was that you were always there when you needed something from me and never there when I needed you. I guess it was that you’ve lied more times than I could ever count. It was that everything was always “grey” as if “black and white” and “yes or no” aren’t concepts that exist in your world. Or maybe it was
