Goodbye

You don’t love me enough, for you to think of not hurting me, making me feel less sad. I find those things simple, coz I’d do those for you coz I love you so much and want us to work. Not one single thing I’ve mentioned that I’d want you to do with me, ti make us closer, not one, you wouldn’t give in a single simple thing, just coz of the reason you don’t want to. This is not the genuine love that I know. I feel some selfishness here.

I also think that I’m no help to your wellbeing, albeit I’m making it easier for you not to change, esp to find something that will be more effective to get you better.

Words are not enough to describe this anguish, feeling defeated, so crushingly heartbroken.