I don't know if it started out slow or if it happened all at once, all I know for sure is that after five years of having him by my side I wasn't in love anymore. We shared many beautiful moments within those years but we shared a lot of pain.

He was young, innocent, beautiful, but he was damaged goods. He lacked so much needed independency. He wasn't capable of taking care of himself without me holding his hand and for me, that emotionally draining.

At first once I realized how little I was feeling, I tried to stay. That did so much damage. I should have cut it off the moment I knew, but I was in denial because despite all the bad in our time, I still wanted him to be the one.

He just had so much he needed to learn on his own and although I still loved him, it was with no intimacy at all.

I woke up one day and knew I had to just let go, he didn't do it for me anymore. I could no longer lie to myself or lie to him.

And I'm so sorry that it had to end the way it did.. A love like ours just couldn't last.