Roy was sitting in front of the front door of the apartment he shared with you. He was writing a letter prepared to leave you and his life with you behind, you had been a couple for a long time for years maybe six or five whatever you prefer but he just felt like he was just hurting you, he was just holding you back, you deserved really deserved better than him. So here I was writing a letter to say goodbye to you, to leave behind, to leave behind what I had truly loved for years

"This is the last love letter I write to you or the first if you want. More than a letter it is a prayer, to ask you to remember that we met in captivity when we were sleeping on the floor when the cold came in through the fence, and we had never opened the door. It is not your fault that you love so much... loving will never be bad. So that you remember that we met tired, with a stiff back, you had already learned to put down your weapons for coming of infinite tenderness, and I had the war embedded in it coming from an abysmal wound. It is not your fault that loving me so much will never be bad, all things have their rhythm and we were accelerated, when you met me I already had tachycardia, and when I met you you already felt absolutely alone It is not our fault that we love each other so much... loving will never be bad."

Roy signed the letter sobbing, some tears fell on the sheet of paper while the handwriting looked messy due to the shaking of his hands. He shakily got up from the ground and opened the door, he was ready to leave, leave everything behind... He was hesitating so much at this moment, he loved you but he wanted you to be happy and he would let you... because to love is to let go