No more. I am done. I want to be done. The letters we wrote each other, those I will discard. I don’t want to read about the love we felt. I don’t want to know how it was never going to end. Enough. Enough love from me to you and from you to me. I will put my feelings away somewhere. I’ll pretend I lost them. If you don’t come back to me, I’ll never need them again.