This is harder than I thought. I guess I forgot that leaving means saying goodbye to you. My closest thing to happiness, my one true love.
Try to understand how I've wanted to go since long before I knew you. Try to imagine the waiting, and the suffering I've endured. You could see it after all, couldn't you? And it made you suffer too. I never wanted you to suffer.
Now it's done.
You're free, and so am I.