I struggle to understand why you seem unable to see that I have no interest in making plans. Each time I dare to hope, my expectations are shattered. Love feels like a flickering light, on the verge of fading away completely. You have repeatedly demonstrated that I occupy no space in your thoughts like a stubborn clump of grime firmly stuck on your shoe. I will take the weight of your unspoken words and allow them to shape my journey. I will seek guidance from my inner demons, for it was you who led us to this destructive path.