I had to realize that maybe it had nothing to do with me. Maybe it had to do with him. Maybe I had too much love. Maybe I cared too much, maybe his heart didn't have the space for me. Maybe I saw a new life in him, and he saw a brief passing moment in me. But through all the maybes I've realized that there is no pain worse than loving someone more than they love you. It's like you falling in free-fall, expecting that they'll catch you, and they're still holding onto their parachute. And, my god, when you hit the ground, it really does break every bone in your body.

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