I could still hear his voice, telling me he loved me, even though the sad truth was pounding in my ears.
The one I thought I loved was staring me in the eyes, telling me that we couldn't be together, and I didnt feel any pain. Tears forming, I thought my heart might break.
But I realized that the one that I was meant to be with was waiting for me, and even though I really wanted to be with the man in front of me, I could'nt; I just didn't love him anymore.
Why must all good things come to an end? Perhaps because they were never even very good. As they say, ignorance is bliss. That's why I was having the best time of my life, no matter what the outcome. It's better to have loved and lost; Story of my life. I don't know how to describe it. Optimistic, a little heartbreaking, it's all just bitter sweet!