DROWNING

night fifty

so, 

this is it. 

isn't it?

where everything ends?

i guess you could say that. 

or it's a new begninning. 

depends on how you look at it. 

i'd like to look at it like the stars,

you see, they implode upon

themselves, 

explode,

get destroyed,

yet they are simply born again. 

so yeah, this is my 'rebirth'

if i'd like to be dramatic,

which yeah, i am. 

you would know.

i don't know how you'll feel about me

leaving and all that. 

if you'll feel anything at all. 

but you know. 

before i leave, i want you to know that i'm 

gonna forgive you. 

because i can forgive

but i'll never forget. 

and nothing will ever stop me

from loving you. 

and i may be cliche, but i've never loved

anything as much as you.

thank you for saving me

and ultimately,

destroying me. 

i want you to realize that you didn't

know that this was going to happen,

so i don't think that it's your fault. 

although i probably contradict that

statement 348237592835 times in this book. 

which i found in a box in a closet. 

but oddly enough, i get a feeling you left it there. 

i may be wrong. 

but it's better than screaming at the walls

which even they remind me of you. 

(which i did that too.) 

and yeah. 

i called you, about a minute ago.

and you answered. 

i missed your voice. 

you asked why i called. 

and i told you simply:

"i'm ending it all"

to which you replied. 

"oh god lou; don't do anything. 

i'll be right over." 

so yeah; 

you'll be here too soon. 

so i have to go right now. 

so i will. 

here we go. 

new horizons. 

goodbye harry. 

i'll love you, 

always. 

love,

louis. 

the end

[not everything is as it seems, my friends]