Tonight we shall wave adieu beneath the tall shadows of these trees. It will be a promise to vow our absences after this last meet. But you should know my heart, my dear, before we leave. It's deeply sadden by a reason of an ache that it's learned how to inveigle, to obfuscate itself that it believes in its lies. Lies that concerns you and your heart, and me, and mine. Lies that it had to construct so now it would not shatter so when we kiss our last kiss. It deceives by exchanging reality with the wrong truth - my wrong truth. Forgive my heart, because it wanted me to be your constant; all the while it was becoming tired of the pace you are leaving it with defeat. And while you have become my touchstone it realized it is not yours. Forgive my heart, my dear, it was hoping for the best. It knows well that you are my true heart, the center of my soul. But tonight we shall wave adieu beneath the tall shadows of these trees.
I will bow out and we shall say goodbye.
