...I have to tell you this:
Let me die. Please. I beg you. I hate saying this because I am one of the only solid people in your life, and it makes me so sad to ask you of this, but please forget me. Please delete my phone number. Please erase my home from your memory. I'm not mad at you. Not even a little bit, but I know we're never going to be together, and we can't be just friends. My heart is going to burst if it doesn't all end now.
I love the way you look, the way you smell, the way you laugh, and basically everything about you, but here I go... I'm throwing it all away... It's my first step in forgetting you so I don't have anything to look back on to miss. It's like Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind...except I'm not going to let you live in a place there to bring you back. You'll be completely gone.
I'm sorry. It's what I have to do. I can't keep missing you and letting you back in.
Please, please, please don't try to reach me anymore.
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