Our facebook conversations (those few) have started being forced, and it hurts so much. It's made me realise that that stand-by-and-not-death (bullshit, I know) of our relationship we've spoken about has come. So I think I'll stop writing to you. Don't get me wrong, I still love you, miss you 'n stuff, but this whole thing just hurts and makes no sense. I wish you a happy life and everything, I hope I'll manage to visit you (although I shouldn't), and, in the end,

TRIGORIN. [Looking through the pages of a book] Page 121, lines 11 and 12; here it is. [He reads] "If at any time you should have need of my life, come and take it."

This is my old émo-concluding quote. Если тебе когда-нибудь понадобится моя жизнь, то приди и возьми её, just to be original. I know it's pathetic, but this whole thing's been pathetic, I won't pretend that it hasn't been just when it's about to end.
Farewell, my dear.