All Must End

This is a love story. No it's not the typical happily ever after so I suppose success depends on how you look at it. Nothing made sense..what we did. Well, it made absolute sense to us. We couldn't help it. Well..he couldn't at first. I tried to run the opposite direction but he was persistent. The funny thing about falling in love is people do it at different rates. One can catch up but the love is never equal, or at least it was like that for us. Living so far apart created obstacles beyond imagination but we found ways. We almost made it a year, guess that isn't that long thinking about it. It was long for us. I feel like we've known each other for a life time. I can practically read his mind. I've sent texts before telling him not to respond in the way I knew he was going to because the comment was going to get us nowhere. He could almost do the same with me. The other funny thing about love is it doesn't always work the way it's planned. I always thought we'd end up together because we're in love with each other. Nothing could destroy love right? Wrong-distance can. Lack of communication can. Less affection can. The list can go on and on if I really wanted it to. But no one ever tells you that love doesn't conquer all. Love is just a strong connection that makes a person vulnerable beyond belief to only one other. It needs nurturing and support if it wants a chance at surviving. Both parties have to give their full attention to it if it's supposed to last. One individual can carry the weight for awhile but never the full time-it's impossible. I know I wasn't the easiest to please by any means but he put up with my ass because he believed in us...he believed in me. He thought we could conquer the world. Just him and I with nothing but love holding us together. He was the first guy to look at me and not through me. He saw my value and made me see it too. I can never thank him enough for always being there and I can't imagine life without him. But I guess I'll have to get use to the idea of him not being mine anymore. Everything thing just got so screwed up. That's all our relationship really was, a bunch of screwed up scenarios strung together with frail string looping in and out of paper hearts. He carried us for so long. I said we weren't going to work even if I did put myself fully into the relationship. He was a dreamer at first. He'd message me every night while I was sleeping and would tell me I saved him and that he was so lucky to have me. I fell...hard. That doesn't mean my instincts didn't kick in and tell me to run because they did and I tried multiple times. I tried so hard for a while until he said enough is enough. Then I fell enough harder. I took all of that energy used to run away and I put it into our relationship. It's amazing how fast one can fall when they're not thinking about the pain that comes if they're not caught. He tried to catch me but there was a hole in the net. It's not his fault. It's not either one of our faults. The time and place just never matched.