Confessions: It could never be

So I must say goodbye

Where to begin? The noble part of me wants to say Thank You. Thank you for being such a good friend to me, and to us. I want to say how much I miss you. How much your confidence meant to me, how good it was to converse with someone of diverting beliefs and feel no judgment. It wants to say how I wish we could go back to how things were. The long nights of merry-making, the immense bouts of laughter and teasing. That part of me misses the peace and splendor of those times. They miss the knowledge of having someone who relies on them. Someone, who maybe even looks up to them. It grieves over our lost bond.

But, the truth is, that bond has been severed and can never be mended, not as it was. The blame is not yours alone; unfortunately, you hold the greater sum of it. I do carry fault of my character, my lusts. Before I was able to keep them at bay, telling myself that it was a betrayal of our friendship, of your trust in me. Now, however, that same barrier no longer stands. I can no longer look past your promiscuous behavior. I can no longer avert my gaze from your loose attire. Now that I know the lengths you will go if provoked by the right circumstances.

You know all too well my war with my darker complexion. How he undercuts my every good deed, poising it with his filth. And that is what he would do to us, to our…