I don't know what to do. I know how I feel but I'm too much of a recreant to say it to your face. Because I'm using you? Never. Because I'm afraid? More than you'd believe. You're one of my best friends. You're an amazing person. Hurting you would bring an unbelievable amount of bad karma. But I have to do it; unfortunately. I can't just drag you along. It wouldn't be fair. But I'm afraid. Afraid that you'll be too hurt to go on. Afraid that we won't talk. Afraid of the future. In all honesty, I love you. But I can't be this anymore. This duo. I'm sorry. This isn't the end of the book, just the end of that chapter. And I hope you'll let us go on to creating the rest of this book until it really needs to end. This. Is. Life.
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