We are all under the impression that when two people love each other, I mean really love each other, they will end up together and grow and make memories with one another. Yes, in a lot of cases that can happen, and that’s amazing and beautiful, but what we aren’t told, is that love doesn’t matter in the sake of life itself. Life takes over and life is what breaks your heart.
Just because two people love each other, and just because they share this amazing connection that you only find with “the one,” sadly does not mean that you two can be together. I loved this man more than I ever thought I even knew how to love someone. The love I have and felt and still feel for him isn’t even understandable. I loved him so much and I knew he loved me, but life ruined everything.
We had to unselfishly take our love, which feels like a waste at times, and pretty much throw it all away due to life. Soul mates can move, they can die, they can follow a path that they have no choice but to follow because life decided to fuck it up.
I sit here and wonder why I had to fall in love with this person. I ask what was all this for, all the feelings we had, that we still have for each other, all the work we put into our relationship was just all for nothing. We can’t be together even though we want to be, but life gets in the way. It’s not because one person did something to the other, it’s not because we didn’t want to make this work, we had no choice but to end the amazing thing we had, and it was complete heartbreak.
Life broke our hearts. It makes you question love and it makes you hate it. You think just because two people would do anything to be together, it doesn’t mean they ever can be, or will be, and that is one of the saddest things. This is the worst I have ever felt and I don’t think I can feel this love for anyone else. Love can be a beautiful thing if shared between two people, but only if life doesn’t get in the way to ruin it for the both of you. So fuck life.