Love Was Not Enough.

I once truly believed you were my destiny. I was so sure I'd found the missing pieces of my soul in yours, and that I was finally safe.

I once thought you were the only one for me. That life didn't exist beyond whatever we could create between us.

I let myself fall in love with you. A deep, unlimited, engulfing feeling that transcended everything. I let you become my life.

You were my perfect match, and I loved you with all my heart and soul. Unconditionally. You were perfect in my eyes. 

The hardest part is that to an extent I still feel that way. Under all the pain, all the unhealed scars that are still bleeding, I still defend you to myself. I still love you. I still miss you. I still fall asleep imagining you next to me, your arms around me. I still wake up missing you. 

I am not naive enough to believe that you feel the same way about me. 

You are still my every thought, but now those thoughts are coupled with the knowledge that we are heading for a separation. I can't see a way to save us. 

There is no path ahead of us, we've reached the end.