No. I won't. No matter how hard you try, no matter how much I'd like to. No. You'll just reject me. Just turn away. Is that what you want or what I want? I SHALL NOT FIND OUT.
Even if you'd come to find me from the depths of the dreamlands, I won't. I think of you, yes. Every day. Every single day I think what would have happened if I didn't give it back to you. EVERY SINGLE FUCKING DAY. Hopeless. Lonely. Distant. Even from myself.
That choice destroyed my life and all I valued. Even you, partially.
That part of me is dead. Gone. Why can't I even accept that myself?
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