Do you remember, I always said that you will have me as long as you want. But that day you said you don't want me. That was the moment I knew that it's over. Not that I don't love you anymore, not that i don't miss you anymore. That I don't want you was the moment I knew my place, which is none. But I have a place for you. You can use it however you want. That's up to you. I don't expect anything in return, not even your guilt or regret. But that place is now a grave. In a way, you are already dead for me. Farewell, love.