A Fraction of Fiction

I hope he knows. 

 

I'm aware and very appreciative of all that he has done. The big, the little.

That through it all... he's the last person I'd want to disappoint.

I guess I still did, anyway.

I cannot contradict my words. I cannot reach out to him.

But I hope he knows. I can't be sure what I hope he knows.

That I did what I did precisely because he matters?

That I think his goodness should move on with someone more deserving?

I honestly don't know if I am making the correct decision.

I will bear the consequences for my own loss.

People judge, perhaps no one understands why. It's okay.
 

This is the only right thing I can do at the moment.

And not just for myself.

 

 

For sacrificing time.

 

 

For once fighting hard.

 

Thank you/I'm sorry/a lot of other unexplainable things, J.
I want the best for you. My heart's not in the best place now.