Carrie,
I guess I’m done, and we never happened. I’m not one for words but they’re coming now. I don’t believe in fate, or destiny, or horoscopes but, I can’t say I’m surprised things turned out this way. I always felt there was something kind of pulling me back to darkness. Does that make sense? But I wasn’t allowed a real life, or a real love. That was for normal people. With you I thought, maybe just maybe…but I know now that was a false glimmer. I’m used to those they happen all the time in the desert but this one got to me. And here’s the thing: this death, this end of me, is exactly what should have happened. I wanted the darkness. I fucking asked for it. It has me now. So don’t put a star on the wall for me. Don’t say some dumb speech. Just think of me as a light on the headlands. A beacon, steering you clear of the rocks. I loved you.
Yours, for always now.
Quinn.
