September 2, 2016
29 days. I know you'll be fine without me. Thing is, I can never be fine without you. It's difficult. It's somehow...I need you more than you need me. And I'm not saying this to point out a flaw or an excess. It is what it is. I have made up my mind about going away by month-end. I wanted to leave a proper goodbye because I know you'd want one. You'd be asking questions and if I I'm still here I'd just be dodging them. Allow me this last act of cowardice. I don't have answers yet.