words actually.

And you made the first step. You saved me by loving me. And you made the last step. You destroyed me. I gave you my everything. Each part of me loved you to the fullest and is dying out now. It physically hurts. I thought its forever. I was so blinded by the love that I had no idea how we came to this. How you came to this horrible conclusion ... Of letting me go. But you don't. You are still here. So close but so far. I am stuck with uncertainty of you ever loving me again. I should not but I do, I still love you. I know at least small part of you loves me back too. I am blinded. I am stupid of not letting you go. I don't want to, even if this is a torture. You should just go and never turn back. Stop healing my wounds. They bleed out every time I see you anyway. You are not the healer you are the butcher. Just go.

He went on a walk every night for several years already. He doesn't remember when exactly he started to embrace this new routine, but it was something he could not imagine to live without anymore. An escape from the wife that cannot pass any of his action without a sarcastic comment, from a daughter that he had high hopes for but  then she forgot to grow up and fly away from the nest and even from the turtle that he captured few year ago and he is sure she will never forgive him that. He was always walking on the road. Not in the middle but a meter beside sidewalk. Once he overheard a young couple talking about him, calling him Mister Sidewalk. They thought he will not connect the conversation with himself but he knew it was about him. He was never wrong about these things. Embracing the peace and quiet of the evening he went back to this particular memory of hearing his nickname. He was quite happy about it and if he would still have an energy to curve his lips into