"...I tried to save him, I truly did. But when we both started to drown I had to save myself. I had a choice, I could sink or I could swim.. Swimming wasn't easy, but sinking would have been harder to do. It would have taken alot more effort to sink, than it did to swim. Not a day goes by that I don't regret my choice. I saved myself, but I couldn't save him. Swimming meant letting go, of everything, and everyone I knew. He was a good kid when I met him. He was everything to me, but I had to save myself, I just had to save myself..."

Sinking always seems like the easier option, you just let go and fall away. No effort, no fight... but what if swimming meant letting go and sinking meant holding on? Sometimes life throws you a challenge, a choice if you like.. for instance to sink or to swim. In a black and whitw world that would be the difference between living and dying, letting go and holding on... But then again sometimes black becomes white and vice versa... I wanted to sink, to fight like hell along side you and sink right down with you, but I let go. I swam and it was easier to swim than it was to sink.

Everyday I regret that.
I wish I could have saved you too, or died along with you.