The End

I do not know which way is up or down. Is the the floor the ceiling?
The ceiling the floor?
I know that it is the end. I must withdraw myself from these emotions.
They aren't right. I must admit to myself the truth.
He doesn't love you.he doesn't love you.he doesn't love you... he doesn't...
I say it over and over again through the tears as they roll down my face.
I am not sad. Disappointed, yes. But I am not heartbroken.
Why?
I knew the risk I was taking. I didn't heed the warnings and I took it.
We live in two worlds. There was a chance it wasn't going to work.
I cry for the loss. The loss of a friend, the loss of the memories, the loss of the feelings.

I love him still.
I love him because everyone needs someone to love them.
Everyone deserves to be loved by at least one person.
I love him because he is worthy of all love.

The love I have for him is different than any other love. It's real love.
It's the kind of love that's deep.
It's the kind of love that you have for your family. The kind that makes you risk it all.
The kind that loves the imperfections more than the perfections.
The kind of love where you have no personal gain. You want them to be happy.
The kind of love that almost makes you yearn for them to break your heart so you can experience
the pain and misery of being away.
That pain and misery still keeps you connected to them.

It may be stupid but I will love him forever.
I will love him even if he isn't the ONE.
I will make room in my heart for both him and someone else.
I love him.i love him.i love him.i love him again and again and again...