Even though you chose to leave and that somehow confused me, I could do absolutely nothing. And it was not because I did not want to. To be honest, I wanted to fuck you, I still want to, but not just one want. It's okay to let you go. It's the least I can do, let you go your way. Understanding that, however intense and true it has been, sometimes it ends. Good things also have their endings and people do not always stay with us.