I’ll face you. I’ll face myself. I’ll face the void…

But I can never ever face your pain for you. I acknowledge it. You deserve that. But I do not deserve your pain and I will not entwine our fingers and walk beside you if my support weakens your potential. Out of respect and pure love for you, I can’t make it better. I cannot be that person.

These painful truths of mine, I turned towards them with grit, choking on the sadness that death, loneliness and the pursuit of honesty caused me from the womb.

No I cannot give advice in good conscious to you because we all walk our own walk.

How will I ever connect with another? I don’t know yet. My walk hasn’t revealed that to me.

We all keep moving forward. In constant motion. I can only stop time for us when you’re ready to sing. To let it go, not let it out on others. I will be there for you in the springtime when you bloom. The cycle will continue, that’s the only promise I can make. Life will go on. I’m not leaving, I just trust you to face this. I give you my complete confidence. I just can’t walk you through your walk.

I’m sorry.