Long awaited goodbye

I should have written this a month ago. But I was too stubborn, and unwilling to admit that I'd stopped writing. I don't know that I will continue to write another chapter - I don't know where I'll be, and the uncertainty makes me unwilling to commit to anything. Its 2:30 am and I can't sleep. Feeling disjointed, trying to be hopeful. Last night everything came together, and we became something more. I really wonder if I'll ever be able to leave him. Love seems to be a good ending point. This Oxford ends but never fades.