I need you, just like fish needs water and people need air. However, you don’t need me like that. I’m like a random piece of clothing in your closet, not much more, not much less, and you can buy it again when it’s gone missing…
So, I decided to leave you. After being with you for ten years, one day, and three hours, I finally realized that I was such a piece of clothing. I should laugh at the fact that we’ve been together longer than the seven-year itch, isn’t it? Although it was always me who entangled you…
But I am really tired. I no longer want to smell the pungent perfume on your body and no longer want to see the red lipstick on your white collar. I don’t want to remove someone else’s long hair that is clinging to my body, and I don’t want to take out someone else’s perfumed handkerchief from your pocket while helping you sort out your clothes.
I’m tired and no longer want to hear you chattering on and on about the top-performing savvy beauties in your department. I don’t want to listen to your comments about the classy beauties we pass by when we go out. I don’t want to see you enthusiastically focused on the pretty stars on TV, and I don’t want to see you and your gentle girlfriend intimate again…
Do you know how much this hurts me?
I give up. I don’t want to maintain the fake appearance of peaceful coexistence anymore. I need to learn to live without air. Maybe I am more suitable to the vacuum of absolute zero or the burning heat of the sun…
That’s all. Goodbye, my sweetheart. May we never see each other again…
