I keep asking myself, is this my fault? Am I impatient? Am I not good enough to be with you? What did I make that made you decide to finally go? Life is full of riddles and now the puzzle I face is you. We. We are not clear, we are ultimately arriving at the end.
I'm sure this end is not the end we want. I'm still sure this is not the end of your plan-or is it from the beginning this is what you are planning? If so, all you have to know is I never expect this ending.
I'm trying as hard as I can for us, until we get this far. My attempt so far is not to arrive at this end. And honestly, I'm actually still questioning this: Is this the end?