I will always love you. I will always cherish the honesty you provided. The brutality of it all is what made it so enriching, exciting, and emotional. You made me feel like a man on a mission: my mission. You provided me an outlet like no other and it is hard to truly say goodbye – part of me is still wondering if something miraculous will happen and I will get to tow that competitive start line just one more time.

With brutality comes spectacular honesty. You were honest with me from the beginning that this was not going to last, but much like a red flag being waved at a bull I saw that as in invitation to defy. I wasn’t going to be normal. I wasn’t going to be like everyone else. I was going to be me. I was going to chase the impossible, for what is impossible but mathematically improbable and improbable does not mean truly impossible. I’d like to think that I got pretty close to defying the impossible. I poured my heart and soul into you, and gave more of myself to you than I have to anything or anyone else. I’ve realised I don’t regret it. You were worth it. You gave me some amazing memories, experiences, moments and introduced me to some of the best people I have ever got to meet.

You were always there for me, and I wish I could have stayed a bit longer.