I made you a promise. One I intend to keep. Just as long as you keep yours. The guilt is killing me. I made you cry. How could I be so selfish? I hurt you because I wanted to hurt myself. Why did I want it to end so badly? I wouldn’t have seen your smile again. I wouldn’t have written again. I was so ready to let the darkness win. I was so ready to give up, but you stayed there with me all night. I’ll never be able to thank you enough for that.