I am sorry. I felt so alone. So incredibly alone with you. When you were sewing, I thought you were ignoring me. Last night you told me it was a wonderful, together time for you with me. I am so sorry that I didn’t realize this. I think I was depressed. I tried telling you this, that I was broken. I tried communicating. I really-really tried, I pushed myself so hard for you. But it’s over now. I am not sure I will survive this year. It’s not your fault, but I don’t think I will. I don’t think I want to. I think it’s time to go.