You're just too damn right.
When we get on with our lives and leave the dear ones behind, it's really for the good of both of us. You'll drag me behind, and I'm not really pulling you out of the water either.
And so it confirms my departure, because I only got a hundred years to live, and can't afford my precious time with you while doing nothing constructive. I really think so now. How could it take me so long to arrive at this almost no-brainer. I already knew in this current state I'm not yet mature and still need much growing to do; if I stay here any longer, it will only delay the completion of the process.
If my leave means anything, then let's just leave it at that. For we can spend plenty of time in retrospect once I come back; although I doubt if I do ever come back, we'll be still the same as we are today. A better man means a different man, and I'm not certain I'll look at it the way I look at it now.
And here I disconnect any other thoughts than getting back in full swing. It's definitely pleasing to have you for the past year, and now I will open myself up to welcome the next chapter of my life.