Chris

He was perfect, more then anyone could ask for
I had no room to complain
He complemented me, held me, wanted me more then anyone else
And in the end this was what scared me away
His passion was so strong
I was unworthy of such love and honestly not ready
I wanted to end it, but how
How do you let go of one so perfect
My friends all questioned why
Yet I had no logical answer, no sensible way to explain my emotions
To be with him was sensational tortue and sorrow filled happiness
My emtions conflicted, so I did what I needed to do
I called him and let him go
To hear the sadness in his voice was beyond my comprehension
Tears flooded my eyes, had I done the right thing
Days of convincing were now being doubted
I hung up the phone but his voice didn't stop
It rang in my head for what seemed like eternity
Finally I pulled myself together
It's over, I told myself I'll be okay but the pain doesn't go away
Now I sit here writing, wondering if I did the right thing
Wondering if I want him back
No, I don't, I can't
We will both move on
It's over



This is the story of my breakup with Chris. The most painful break up I have yet gone through. He was wrapping my Christmas present right before I told him that it was over. I felt like such a bitch. He loved me, a lot, but I just didn't return the feelings. So I think I did the right thing. We still talk from now and then. I even went on a date with him last summer. But like the poem says, that relationship is most defintently over.