Where love ends

"Love" is a simple word.

But when we give it to someone it gets heavy.

At first I believed that it would be eternal, that it would never end. Then that changed, it made me feel insufficient, dissatisfied.

Was it really necessary that it end?

I thought...

I believed that love would endure anything, whatever it took to make it work.

What can love really stand?

I believed that at some point that which was wearing us down would change.

How far can it go?

After him and all that we lived through, I understood: Where love ends.