These are all the things I wish I could say to you, but I won’t. Not because I am afraid but because I know you won’t listen. You may hear it, you may read it, but it won’t penetrate your thick skin. It won’t resonate in that place in your heart that it needs to, like I need it to. I need you to realize these things, but I know you won’t. And for that, I know that I have to go. I once believed that it was me and you and that this life was our journey to make; but somewhere along the way you decided differently. And there may have been a time where I would have tried to change your mind; but if I have to convince you to love me, then maybe that is not love at all. Maybe it never was. So I’ll do what you want, like always. I’ll forget all the times that we spent together. The endless nights of talking, from all the laughs of our rambling conversations to the way it felt to take you to the depths of my mind. To show you exactly who I was, and tell you all about who I want to be. I’ll forget all the car-rides we took with no destination, just because we enjoyed seeing the world together. We had gas in the tank, and not a care in the world, and I would have gone anywhere with you. I’ll forget about all of the promises you made me, and the life you had planned for us. I’ll forget the sound of sincerity in your voice when you told me you loved me. I’ll forget the way you held me and the way you said my name. And most of all, I’ll forget the look in your eyes when you swore you’d never hurt me. I’ll go on pretending like this never happened, not because I am afraid but because I know you are. I wish that things could be different, but they won’t be. You’ll forget me because it’s too hard to remember. It’s too hard to face the guilt and to admit that this hell is all something that you created. This silence is so loud.