"I want my life back" is a repetitive phrase I would tell myself for the stretch of a year. I longed for the youthful love, the youthful hope, and the youthful dreams I once had. I wanted to be the person I used to be. The happier one with all the people that surrounded me.

I didn't want one other person to leave my vicinity.

I didn't want to lose contact with someone else.

I didn't want my depression to sink deeper into the ground where I could no longer see any form of light. I would finally lose any aspiration that still remained in me.

I wanted that extra ear, the extra eyes that would hear and read my pain to be by my side. The one that validated me and believed in the dreams I had, even if I dragged myself on the ground to express some excitement of something greater and adventurous.

You were there to believe in my ability, to achieve goals once more, and to find what could possibly bring back some happiness.

You believed in my dream to escape it all.

My situation and my pain expressed through my poems were possibly a reconnection to your own pain. One that you were trying to escape for years. You were willing to support me, to be my friend. But, you needed to escape your troubles and find happiness once again.

You decided to relocate to your home of origin with your beloved ones. A route to happiness for you, but a route of fear for me. I would be losing someone once more, in a wonder of who would be next. Your departure was only saying you needed to be happy and this location was not in the capacity to allow that in your situation.

If I was trying to be free of what hurt me, then I must allow you to do the same. The only way I could feel content of letting you go was knowing you were happy.

That is what true friendship or true love is with any person.