I say I’m moving on with the best of intentions. I shouldn’t have to convince you. If you wanted me, you’d know. Slow to action is fair, but waiting to be swayed: no thanks. Be clear, my dear, as you hold on so tightly. Take it all or let it go. Just make up your damn mind already.
I’ll continue loving you, but will discontinue the being in love with you. I know you’re peculiar and have your own ways, but I’ve been harboring this hope for months. It’s finally time to walk away. I no longer want to be volleyed between wild desire and hopelessness. I want love and hope and you, but the three don’t seem to be reconcilable.