It Ends With a Bye

I guess there isn't much to say.
It has been years since I found a source of happiness.
And while things were bad for some time. It is now that it ends.
With a simple and incredibly painful bye.
It is not that we are apart, or that we need to be apart. It is that there is nothing we could share in the future.
Love should be able to transcend all problems.
Yet love cannot get past the differences in love itself.
One would hope that love would find a way to enjoy a little bit.
But in order to heal, sometimes it must be thrown away.
There is no way for me to tell how much I will miss her. How much I wished we could do our plans together.
How much I regret the problems and the sad days.
How much I wished I was different, better suited to her.
How much I would just like to yell "stay with me".
It is hard to love, know the suffering there is in being together and having to choose not to be together.
Whoever said that love is all you need, was lucky in the type of love he/she had.
Maybe I was not meant to have this love.




It is sad when it ends.

But it is sadder when it ends with just a bye.