When you leave me, leave me completely. Cut my heart from my chest, bury it at the bottom of your suitcase and lose it amongst your disheveled laundry. Do whatever you want with it. Find some obscure use for it. Keep it in a jar as a quirky memento of our time together. Throw it out along with all the other useless things you know you’ll never need.
Just promise me you’ll take it away. Otherwise, I will be cursed to love you every day for the rest of my life. I will spend all my minutes chasing your ghost. I will haunt the streets where we used to dance, trying to conjure your presence from the memory of your footsteps on the pavement. I will imagine your voice in a crowded café and frantically search the room for a single glimpse of you. I will reach for your hand as I walk home and touch only nothingness a thousand times over. I will long for you until my heart bleeds itself dry and dies from loving you too much.