I think what breaks my heart, isn’t that we didn’t work out. It’s that we walked away knowing neither one of us truly wanted to. It’s the fact that I always thought love was enough to fight for something, but that night I realized it’s not always enough. That no matter how much love there is between two souls, you need to set each other free. I’ll never forget how hard I cried that night. The hopeless romantic in me died.
