But.
What I need more than anything else is to take the final couple of steps in acknowledging that you did not love me. Not once.
I cannot stay in the constant state of hope for flames to ignite once more. There is none.
I cannot put my life on standstill for you any longer.
I cannot continue to live in what was.
I cannot continue to want that which I cannot have.
Our romance...it was tumultuous. It was bewildering. It was...It was beautiful.
But it is over.
















