The world was on fire
No one could save me but you.
Strange what desire will make foolish people do
I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you
-- Wicked Game, Chris Isaak
The situation was already shady the few weeks when we started talking. I was just too foolish not to heed the warnings the cosmos has been throwing into my face. What can I say? I was in love. I didn't doubt it for a second.
I still am, mind you. Otherwise, I wouldn't have let you go. It would have been a rather messy ride had I kept holding on.
So it was for that reason why I stopped. I figure it was going to be too much of a bloody mess to clean up, and I'm betting it's not going to be your blood on the floor.
And now I guess it's time for me to do what I do best -- move on. Which, I'm sure, you've already done the moment you smeared parts of my immaculate white room with the richest shades of red only you can exude.
I will light no candles for you, nor wish you good luck with your life. I'm sure one who has such brilliance as a star on the fringe of supernovaeing doesn't need the little light I can provide. I merely hope that at some point in your life, you will remember the little white room you visited, and the love you left behind.
Because by then most probably, I will not be there anymore.
