It’s not just that you’re going through some immature phase or that you need to grow up and that takes time; I honestly don’t see you ever finding happiness because this is the person you’ve chosen to be and the life you must live because of that choice. If you do eventually find your improbable way out of that ditch you live in, I’ll be happy for you nonetheless.

It’s bad enough that the stone dragged you down to its level and now the two of you are bringing the clouds down beside you! At least the clouds once had a chance when I was around to see it, even if the stone will alway sink. I suppose this was a choice for all of you. I just hate to see the most beautiful thing in the sky fall so far down.

It’s all over for you, my once lovely friend, and I’m going to miss you. If I were a weaker man, I might even wait around.