Void Demon,

You had a choice to make.

I asked you to make me a good bye playlist. I always loved how you consumed what you love but music was special. My intention was pour over that playlist list. I'd type up the things I'd say if it was one of our music sharing nights. I'd zip that shit up. I'd put a password on it.

You'd make your choice.

I'd tell you what was in the zip and if you wanted to read it you could ask for the password. I mean to be fair you already know it. But if you didn't ask... well then I'd fuck right off.

I thought it would be easier that way. If you didn't have to tell me what your choice was.

But then our farewell call came. It was cold, distant. Maybe you were protecting yourself. It turns out you do have impulse control. You kept asking if I wanted to hear from you when the thing was done.

"Do you want me to text you on the day?"

Why else would you ask so many times? Because the answer I was giving wasn't the one you needed.

I said "No" at last and it gutted it me. You forced me to choose.

You really are, absolutely, a complete idiot.

Sincerely,

The Orbiting Corpse of a Dessicated Spaceman