I know what I have to do and it brings a heavy guilt upon my heart. I can't stand that you accepted his challenge--even though I know he did everything in his power to make you do it. I'm furious, I'm sad...I watched you beat on him until he couldn't even stand up on his own. I watched you two battle it out until he won. Maybe he did want to end his streak, to fully retire. I know what you're going to do to end the streak and I can't think of it because it makes me sick. Maybe it's for business, maybe it isn't. Is it something personal? Did he ask you too? Or did you just get tired of all his taunting and teasing?
I told you that if you fought against him, I'd break up with you and leave you. You accepted and now I have to follow through with my words. I'm sick and I'm crying because this hurts like hell. I love you. We gave each other everything we had. You made me laugh, you turned me on, you made my melt with your smile and your laugh. You made me fall in love with your humor and that smile. I hate this...I hate that it came to this.
I'm sorry that it had to come to this. I'm breaking it off. I hope that you can find somebody that makes you smile and laugh and enjoy life. I can't watch you tear into him over and over again. My heart wrenches out of my chest as every blow connects. I wish that it could be different, I really do.
I will always love you. Always.
Sam
No comments:
Post a Comment