time to go out.

You have to know: I will never stop caring about you. In the same way I will never stop caring about.. rainbows. or children with big sad eyes.

I won't, I promise. It's just that..well... I will care. And I will be there for you, as long as you don't call me up on that. For if you do, I will say no.

No.

No.

Not because I feel things, for I do not. But because we've been there and done that. And now is the time for someone else to take that role. Role. Feel it sliding down your tongue.

Yes.

I'm sorry?

No. Not really. I am not sorry, I am content with this. And I do hope you are. For I am out. Over and out and no more dreams and no more big talks which will never be actioned.

I'm ok with that.

So why write about it?

Because some things were big. And important. And full on. And intense. And as such, deserve proper fare-well.

Fare thee well.

Feel it sliding down the tongue.

Feel the roads rising to meet you.

Forgive the void.