And that was without even a single drop of rum.

I can’t fight it any more, I can’t just keep going with the terrible feeling inside my chest that makes me feel like you don’t care any more, you never bother to talk to me, you never seem interested, you get mad easily, you’re starting to judge me, and all you talk about any more is Ashley, Ashley, Ashley, you even called her your best friend. Well i’m done, i’m moving on, not because i’m weak, not because you don’t mean enough to me for me to fight for you, to try to make you stay, but because I’ve been through this before, and you live and learn, and I learned that if you love something so much you should let it go, if you make the effort to talk to me, and care enough about me that it bothers you when we spend long periods of time without talking, then you’ll come back to me, and I will welcome you back with all the joy in my heart and i’ll know that I mean more to you than what I thought. However, if you don’t return, then obviously you don’t care for me as much as much as I care for you, so I will let go, I will no longer hold on to that last thread of hope, and I will walk my way out of your life with my head held high, just always remember that you forever changed my life, and I love you so much.