Soon.

I'm not quitting because I don't love him anymore.
Or because I'm done waiting, or giving him chances, or trying to take the ones he gives me.
I quit because I love us both, and this is wearing us out. It is hurting us too much, both of us.
And we both deserve much more than this.
I remember how it all started. The first time I caught him staring. The first time he caught me staring. The first time we touched, the first words we spoke, the first smiles. I remember that infinite feeling he gave me just by being next to me.
But lately, it's not that easy anymore, and we have tried, both of us, but it just doesn't seem to work out. We both need to forget a little. Maybe see someone else. I don't know if we need to move on, but we need a break. Time will say if we're meant or not.
As much as it hurts as hell, as much as I feel like I can't breathe when I think of it, as much as I feel it in every inch of my soul, as sorry as I am for this goodbye, I know this is what is ought to happen. It's something I cannot and shouldn't try to change.
Goodbye, my love.
I really hope we come back to each other.