My feet don't hurt half as bad as waking up this morning to know we are through. I quit the job of a fool and although it hurts it doesn't hurt half as much as knowing that I'm not enough for you. The distance we claimed to conquer is the distance that conquered us. And although I love you more than myself I have no sense of trust. In you, your intentions, or your emotions you are a stranger and that will forever remain until you walk down the isle and give someone else your last name. We were full of almost: almost parents, almost a couple, almost happy, almost complete. And now those almosts are no longer a possibility. And as you go about your normal day I wonder if you think of me.
I will be...
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