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That was the last walk I'm going to go on with you for a very long time, and it makes me sad.

I will never see the farm again, and we will never go on another picnic, and we will never push each other on the swing again, and I will never again worry when the bushes rustle. You will never again look at me with that cute face, the one where I know exactly what you want even though you don't say a word. We will never sit that close again, the kind of close where our bodies fit perfectly together, and talk about life. I could ask you anything. My phone will never ring and end our moment again. And I will never have that feeling again, the one where I'm warm and happy and complete and loved.

"My reasons were so clear two months ago..."

"And why aren't they anymore?"

"Because I realized what I'm losing."

It's not right that you can do this to me.