If you were to leave, don’t try to be gentle about it. Don’t pity me. Don’t treat me like a charity case. Don’t look so tortured like you are the one hurting. Don’t act as though you are doing me a favor.
There’s nothing good about this.
If you were to leave. Don’t try to be my friend. Don’t try to downplay our ending. Don’t try to make light of my pain. Don’t try to taint my impression of you. Don’t try to ruin everything we had.
How can I befriend when every beat of my heart yearn for you?
If you were to leave, don’t ever come back. Because when it comes to you, I don’t know how to give up. I cannot and will not give up. Especially if I think there is a glimmer of hope for us. A glimpse of us together. A shot in the darkness that it could be good this time, right this time.
So, if you were to leave, do it as honest as you can. Don’t sugarcoat your words. Don’t bother trying to ease me into a life without you. Don’t tell me you’re helping me to get used to a life devoid of you. Don’t apologize how you wish things were different when all you want is to be freed from me.
And don’t think I cannot do without you.
Because it may time, but I will rise again. I will continue to flourish. Like the wild spirit I am, I will love again. I will.