Two months. I demanded it, begged for it. Now I can’t wrap my head around it. 

We have hardly started this temporary termination and I’m already starting to spin. It’s time for you to choose and I know what is going to happen. After all these years there is no doubt in my mind that I know you well enough to be sure what is going to happen on the 28th of July.  You will chew me up and spit me out, then come crawling back in the next few days. It’s happened before but it wont happen again. 

The two months wasn’t for me. It was to prove to you that you can be happy without me and that it wont be the end of your world when you finally admit to yourself that deep down I’m not your first choice.

I knew this was coming. It has been for a long time. I pressed it to come sooner.

What we had has been dead for far too long. There is no rekindling that flame.

It’s horrible to watch someone fight to stay alive when really their body has already decided its beyond time to pass. I wouldn’t ever wish for someone’s life to end but wishing for them to be pain free and at peace seems to be just that in this case. There are no other options. And that goes against all he is fighting so hard for.