Sophia;
These words will ultimately end up being the barest of reflections; devoid of the sensations words cannot convey. Trying to write about love is ultimately like trying to have a dictionary represent life. No matter how many words there are, there will never be enough.
Leaving is and will never be my solution to the obstacles we have faced in the time we have spent together. I am not leaving because I do not love you anymore. Because, that is absolute rubbish. I do not know if we will meet or see each other again. But if we do, remember the kind words I’ve spoken to you, all of those times. They will remain sweet in your mind, I know it. I have escaped to my abditory, the one place I regret I have not shown you, for this reason and this reason only.
I love you Sophia. You are raison d’etre. I will miss you, oh God will I.
I do not want you to shed one tear because of my disappearance. Because I know you would if I didn’t say not. Things will get better, I promise.
Love,
Niall.
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Decathect (Niall Horan)
Fanfiction[dee-kuh-THEKT] To withdraw one’s feelings from a person or thing in anticipation of a future loss.
