My goodbyes to you, Love.

I hoped that my tears would bring you back to me-that seeing me broken would stir something in you. But instead, they fueled your pride, love. My pain gave you courage, the confidence to slip through my fingers. And still, I loved you, love, more than I ever loved myself.

Losing you taught me to love myself again, and for that, I should thank you. But it's not enough. I'm not enough. A woman like me-damaged, desperate-needs you. I need you by my side, grounding me, saving me.

But you see, I'm not in a good place right now. I'm still learning how to move forward. Still picking up the pieces. I got that job. I'm studying again, just like you always said I should.

And yet, every step I take is still for you. To prove myself to you. To win you back.

But now... now you're lying there, sinking in your own blood, and I feel nothing but this hollow ache. It's like a river, endless and suffocating.

I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream. But this was my only choice.

Believe me, I tried.