I found the note sitting on the dresser, neatly folded next to a bouquet of roses.
“I think we both knew this was coming. I have spent 22 years chasing happiness as if I could catch them if I just ran fast enough. But I am finished chasing life and the world. I have no more fight less in these bones. Baby, my muscles are sore and I am gasping for breathe. I just don’t want to run anymor...