There’s still a long way to run, really.

The world’s a crazy place.

There are earthquakes, tsunamis, landslides, mudslides, floods, car crashes, dumped babies, abortions, blackouts, famine, diseases, bigotry, Chinese people…the list of calamities and moments of adversity are endless.

And then, let’s not forget our lives.

I wish that there could be some kind of calm that we could cocoon ourselves into and protect ourselves from the outside world, but I think that doing so would make us all a little bit more wired.

With that in mind, I wish that you had more courage to see this through. Rubbish like this is more about taking trips together and holding hands and kissing cheeks. I love the small moments, the moments that keep things moving. Those random things we do that add a bit of a spark here and there. But I also believe in the big picture.

This will be the last time that I mention this in this context. It seems selfish and contrite to say all this with what’s happening in the world, but people are plainly selfish. And I’ll just take this chance to be a bit selfish, to say what’s got to be said:

Honest to God, I feel that you’re making a fucking big, big mistake. Because I’d do my best to be there for you, and although I can’t buy you anything shiny or new (nor would you ask it of me), I would be here to look after you the best way that I can.

Okay, that’s been said. And it’s sad to see you go, and it’s sad to see that you don’t feel the same, and y’know, that’s cool. Because all things are meant to fall apart. But it doesn’t mean that I have to like them. Maybe it’s me being a child, hitting out like this. But I really do think you’re making a big mistake. I suppose that my ego is just as big as yours, if only because I can’t understand why’d you want to put a stop to a good thing — something that has the ability to hit supernova status and turn mega.

Do I think that there’s something else afoot here? I don’t know, and it’s none of my business now.

All I know is that if you called, I’d come running.

I’d come running.

That’s all there is to it.

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