Oscar Wilde once wrote, "Why is it that people always look more beautiful as they are walking out of the room?" This was the last thought one of the protagonists had as Dorian Grey walked out for the last time as his friend.

Simple fact is that people always love the dream and the longing more than the reality. Reality is harsh. Dreams are blissfully clouded, which could explain the enduring love for alcohol and drugs we still have.

Living your life is to resign yourself to the drudgery of every day. Work… sleep… to get up and work again. To dream and to long is so much more appealing. Whiling away the time thinking of what could be than what is.

We are taught to wish for more than we are or what is. No one’s fault; it is part of the human condition that we so dearly love to pull apart to analyse.

That is why, my friend, I say farewell now. You would think it hard and cruel of me to do so. Maybe you think I no longer love you. Truth is I love you too well. But perhaps what I love is the dream.

Please don’t cry and don’t analyse, truth is all you love is the dream as well. Yes, I know we had all the plans and aspirations that seemed to stretch on a lifetime. Keep them, live them in your mind as if we had done them. Maybe the reality would have never compared.

Love my memory and all things I could never be, as I will always cherish who you never would be. I have to leave now. It’s better this way.

Leave while there still is love before resentment is all you have. Maybe it is the old theatre hack in me who still thinks… Always leave them wanting more.

Good bye my friend. Hate me now if you must. All I can hope is one day you understand.

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