Break up was our impossible word. It was even a joke back then, we often just laughed about it. We were so sure and convinced that we were going to make it until the end of time. You were my secret attic, where I put my precious books away from everyone, where I went to whenever I feel cheery or gloomy, a safe place to put all my scattered and undisclosed thoughts. Years have gone by, turned out that the joke is on us, everything changed. The impossible turns possible. The unthinkable, unimaginable finally comes to a realization. We gave up, or maybe I gave up. I'm indeed the one who was giving up first. I did try, to not change, to stay, to wait. But waiting is the hardest part. I couldn't hold on to it anymore. I couldn't keep our relationship. I'm probably the 'bad guy' in your eyes, right?