It matters not if you read this, nor is it important that you ever truly understand how he felt when your souls were torn asunder. Reciprocation holds no meaning, and even though his mind has broken the spirit of his faith, his determination stands firm. It is imperative that he's once again alone. Only then can he truly let go and embark upon the journey of infinite miles and struggle. The decision has been made, and while more hearts might be broken than ever before, he knows that this is something that must be done. The path ahead is one of solitude, one of steadfast resolve and overwhelming encumbrance. Yet this is the road he chose and this is the march he shall continue until his knees are too weak to hold his body - then right before he collapses, he will find a small shard of strength still left, and carry on. Know, that he shall chase his dreams until he is out of breath - then he'll keep running, and that all of this, every word he writes, every song he listens to, every wish he makes upon a star, is because of you, and only you.
