“You’re asking me? You’re asking me to write your love story? Am I your only friend who writes? No. No, please let me off. I am driven to the point of obsession when it comes to you. With the both of you. I linger in the past and wonder about our future. I spend my waking hours trying not to think of you when I see our smallest things and you appear right behind my lids when it’s dark. Let me spend the new year not living in the shadow of your uncertainty, you coward. Let me spend the new year living free of your shackles of doubt. So tell me, tell me now: were you… was I ever a choice or was it because I was an easy option? Give me my closure and then fuck off forever from my life.”

“I hope you stop living across me.”