im glad to tell you, that fortunately this year, i shall not be apart of you. in that manner, i dont mean being ripped away by death. but i insist that i most definitely will be in a world of my own, it seems my mind has lost interist in this faded world. and in doing so has created a blank page intended for me to write a new story on. my dearest love, i must leave you. i do wish to bring you to my new world, but i fear you would miss your own to much. it appears your simply not ready yet. i do hope to see you again, perhaps in my dreams i shall visit you. i wish you all the best in writing your own story, but i must go now. i do believe i shall start my story now. but oh dear...where to start...ah! ive found my begining. once upon a time...