I'm not sure when the exact moment I decided was. Perhaps there wasn't an exact moment, perhaps it wasn't until it finally happened.
After all, there were many times it could have been. But I can never be sure. I suppose it was probably building for years, there can only ever be a certain amount of time before a person breaks.
It really only matters how they break.
Because I knew, if it wasn't you, it was going to be me.
And I'd let so many things be me.
As I'm writing this, I know no one else will read it - but whoever said it was right – it helps to write it all down. Makes it more real, it makes it more final.
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