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All things go

So,  another relationship has ended.

I decided to simply walk away from this relationship. It wasn't my idea, but I went with it. Though painful, it turned out to be best. We were at the point where there were a lot of words (and arguments) and nothing being heard. Words were useless.

We were trying to be "friends" but friends by her definition. I just wanted us to be anything but not. I realized that as long as she harbored any idea of us being together romantically, we couldn't be true friends. And admittedly, I had trouble quieting my own heart and mind, hesitant to let someone so special slip away. Nevertheless, things weren't lining up.

I knew where things were going from the beginning, it's my own fault for letting it go on for as long as it did without ever letting either person get a chance to come up for air. But the faults I saw in her and in myself are not important. What's important is that we were doing each other harm. After all the attempts to talk, "to bleed, and fuck, and fight", I found it was best to do what works best in a lot of situations, just walk away. To let the dust finally settle and wipe it from our eyes.

Do I wish I could still be there for her, be friends? Yes, but not at the expense of either of our happiness. Will I think of her? Always. I know myself and I know that I will always think of her on occasion and wonder how she is. I will always love her for love is timeless and its the people who change, not love.

Love is,
Konstant <|3

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