I am in awe of how we flow, London, how seamlessly we once moved together, like the Thames river beneath your bridges. But I wish I were happier. I wish I weren't losing this much sleep.

I missed the right timing, and now my darling is lost, no longer with me.

I cry because this is my last attempt to show him the truth. I am nothing more than insecure. All of me, only insecure.

Nothing here matters anymore, my love. I'm losing it. Nothing makes sense. Leaving in the dead of night, I didn't even have any long term plans to weather this storm after all.

I asked for patience for no reason, and it comes to me as a threat. I don't know how to stop myself from saying too much. I'm not even sure anymore.

How am I to be sure you will be here for me? How can I trust you'll care for me like you did a long time ago?

The city watches, indifferent. And I am left waiting for an answer that may never come.

Let's just say what is in our will.

Once and for all.

We're done, it's not tragic, yet we're alike.