I write you this letter to inform you that things won’t work between us. It’s not me it’s you. You are always there, waiting for me at the peak. You make me do things that I don’t intend; you make me say things that I don’t mean. You promise me serenity but all you offer is regret. Your existence is beyond justification. Your force is beyond measure. I wish I could tame you; I wish we could be friends. I understand that you want your freedom; I understand that you want to escape, but I can’t let you, because I may lose my self along the way. Every time you show up, I promise myself that things will be different the next time. I put more locks and I build higher walls, but you always find your way. Sometimes I wish you could just disappear, and then I stop, I think and I realize that we are one. Maybe I am blinded by justifications; maybe it’s my fault. I blame you all the time, but I never try to change. My vision is distorted; my thoughts are hazy. I need more time to think. Sorry, things won’t work between us. It’s not you it’s me.