This summer, I wanted to write and tell you how I really feel. But when I saw your posts, I knew that you were in my position. The position that you left me in some months ago. I wondered to myself and realised that you deserved everything and then, I recall what love felt like with you.  I stopped thereafter as I no longer wanted to re-live the crucifixion of a loved one, me.

Society calls it suicide, but I call it self-sacrifice. The love that one has for his or herself extends beyond the simple structure that society has made. The topic of death is always fresh and rotting away at the forefront of our brains. Clearly, you had no idea that death brings about the most soulful reactions. 

So today, I say Happy Independence Jamaica...