The memories I had locked in the closet, somewhere deep down, in the pumping machine of my body, have turned into horrendous nightmare. And, now, it's torturing me even in my reveries.
Capturing you was the big mistake.
I need to let go— let go of every single thing which has still kept me attached to you.
Am I ready to do so? Am I?
I'm not sure. Certainly not.
It seems I have no option but let go of you and erase your memories from even the darkest page of my memory book.
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