It’s time
She didn’t want to live it. She didn’t want to feel any longer what it was like for him to gradually love her less. Not after having experienced his love for her grow to previously unimaginable heights. She considered herself a strong woman but that would bring her to her knees. She feared to never be able to get up again.
His affection was the air flowing through her lungs. The touch of his hand, gentle, caring, full of love, was the rhythm of her beating heart. He was a part of her, essential to her survival. She had never imagined needing another person to this extent, to crave a kiss like it was more important than oxygen. He was all she had ever needed, until that oxygen began to slowly run out.
As painful as it felt, there was only one thing left to do. The only thing that would not rip her heart into a thousand pieces. She knew it would cut into it deeply, bruise it and make it bleed uncontrollably. But hopefully it wouldn’t kill it. With time, she prayed, it would be able to recover. That she would be able to recover, to heal. One final thing…
Goodbye, my love.
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(Source: bella7)

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