The end of us is going to be the death of me.
We are going to end no matter what, and it's hard for me not to dwell on that.
I'm going to continue loving you and cherishing every moment, but I know we will be done far too soon.
If it were going to be a natural end, I'd be more okay with it.
But it's going to happen because of circumstance.
We were both hurt just enough to have problems.
Just enough that we won't be strong enough to last.
There is going to be an end to us.
But for right now, we are going to be just us.
