I’ve been having these thoughts, these destructive thoughts, for awhile. There was not an incident that pushed me over the edge, now is just best. I know this is going to hurt. Not me, but you and I am sorry. You’ll heal, I’ll be fine, and life goes on. Today in all other respects is the same as yesterday and should be as glorious as tomorrow. I hope you do as you usually would. I hope you wait for a bus and the wind hits your face, that’s when you’ll know. I want to be remembered as the wind. The whispering wind.