I can’t just watch it play out like this. Every part of me wants to take it back and stop you hurting, but I can’t pretend I’m the same person.
One white star shines from the black outside , all alone in the vast emptiness if the night. I feel like that now. Flashing planes pass that star as the swim to and from Heathrow, but never touching; just floating close enough to scrape it with their wings.

Earlier when I watched you sobbing on that cold iron bench, it broke my heart into more pieces. It was already shattered.
The last three days I was tossed through life, and the mask I always wear faltered for just a moment. Walking into school today people stared at the mask again, wondering at what happened on Friday, but happy the mask had returned.
Nobody likes what’s underneath the mask.

To see a grown man cry is heart-breaking, more when you are the one who broke him.
But know this, one day you’ll find her, that perfect girl who is worthy of you.
I know one day you’ll realise that you are happier without me.