Remove yourself from me

My Dearest,

It is with a heart weighed down by both solemn reflection and unwavering resolve that I pen these words. Consider this a letter from the gardens of our shared existence, where the vibrant blooms of our unity have withered under the relentless sun of circumstance.

In the grand tapestry of our entwined lives, I find myself now tracing the threads of our union with a somber realization. Each stitch, once promising and full of hope, has unraveled to reveal the stark truth beneath—the fabric of our togetherness has become fragile, threadbare, and worn.

We once danced within the confines of this woven existence, believing ourselves the architects of a resilient harmony. Yet, the days have turned colder, and the heavens above us now seem to mourn the loss of our shared light. It is as though the very stars in their celestial arc have wept for the discord we can no longer ignore.

I have come to understand that our love, though fervent and enduring, has become akin to a dying ember in a storm's gale. We are as two travelers on a frail raft adrift upon a boundless and tumultuous sea, bound by the hope of survival but increasingly tossed by the relentless waves of our own disquiet.

I find it prudent to accept that there are moments when the raft must be set adrift, allowing it to find its own path in the ocean of fate. To cling to it would only be to suffer in vain, as the tempest draws nearer and our hope of safe harbor diminishes. Thus, it is not out of cold detachment but from a place of deep sorrow that I release our shared vessel.

May this parting be understood not as an end but as a necessary evolution of our separate journeys. We are bound to different paths now, as distinct and disparate as the stars from which we sought guidance. I implore you to remember the warmth of what we shared, as a beacon that once guided us through our shared nights.

In the quiet of our separation, may you find solace, and in the vast expanse of life ahead, may you discover the strength to navigate by your own compass. We have each been shaped by the shared tempest, yet our fates are now divergent, and we must sail forth, each in search of our own horizon.

With a heart heavy yet steadfast,

Resilience