Love is a choice. It was my choice to love her and it’s my choice to continue to do so. Her love is a feeling. Now the feeling is fading and she isn’t willing to choose me.
I wrote this down 3 months ago. A month later she ended it. At the time it seemed abrupt but when I look at the time stamps of the thoughts I wrote down as our time drew to a close, I finally realize it was only my denial that kept me from seeing the inevitable.
In my mind, she was worth the whole world to me.
In her mind, I only drew value in her past but was unworthy of her future.