Dearest Friend,

We have been walking along this treacherous path for nearly seven hundred and thirty days. You have been with me through it all. You've sat there watching me squirm and cry. It was always simply you and I. You urged me to block others out, you've shown me how much there is to despise in myself. You have given me the unforgettable gift of pain and the experience of heart wrenching sadness. You whisper words of self destruction in my ear, you push me harder each and every day. But it's not your fault. In a way I want you to stay. Not because I enjoy your presence but because I am afraid to live my life without you. We have been spending far too much time together alone, without using others as a buffer. You are slowly killing me in every way possible. But the problem that has been basking in my mind for countless hours are the questions that will haunt me for the rest of my life: Do I love you or do I hate you? Will I let you stay or will I make you go? I suppose I will never stop hating you. I suppose I will never stop loving you. But I do have a choice to make, it's either me or you. Life versus death, either way I loose. The answer may be obvious to others, but to me it will be the most difficult decision I will ever have to make.

With love,

Your favorite

P.s. I better choose soon because I don't how much longer I will be able to last.