i miss her, with a never-ending ache that i did not think was possible, that crowds out any other feeling and certainly all my reason, and any good sense.
It had all come down to this. He had left the one thing that had made him happier than anything else...for this? But there was nothing he could do. He couldn't go back, knowing that this was his fate.
He had left her. And now, there was no way to say goodbye.
(I wrote this story a few years ago.)