I hardly knew you before you took the plunge and traded water for the air inside your lungs, from the big red bridge hanging over the river. I'm not the first one to lack the guts.
No one pays much attention to the details that surround these exchanges. Words escaping from your mouth. I wouldn't leave a message stating reasons. Just scratch my name in the railing - I don't need it anymore.
Do you still remember when you asked me how I'd do it, would it hurt or would it be easy?