It took a lot to take all this on, but she did.
My love came into my life as a young girl, asking for help. I remember sitting there as my time grew short and then agreeing to help her out. I had had the time set. When the plays were over and all my obligations were through, I was allowed to die. That was what I told myself. It was then I'd be allowed to stop it all.
But then it didn't happen.
When she came into my life, I became invested in helping her. After my alloted time was up, I realized not all my obligations were over. I was helping her. I couldn't just leave her especially in the fashion I chose to leave in.
I also didn't want to leave. I had become interested in her. She helped me heal as well. I grew to love her in a way past a friend. When we bonded, she found a way to make it stop, and now, I don't want to say goodbye. I'd rather say hello again.