I am not sure i want to talk to you.
And it is not about me. I want you to be happy. And i do not really care how you do it. But i do want you to be honest with yourself. Yes, i want you to do that what i did not manage to do, at the respective moment.
At first i was afraid i was losing you. But i am not. I have to let you go. I have let you go before, and you always come back to me. Because it is how we are. And yes, i do know why.