I've heard the expression "the best is yet to come" but now I know that the worst has come. She has left a void in my life and heart that won't be filled for a long time, maybe not for the rest of my life. Finality in her mind happened a long time ago. Healing takes a long time for some people, especially one like me who has loved so deeply and for so long. Criticize me she will, for I love her still but my love is not the type she can deal with and her life is not one I can live with. I am guilty of hopeless romanticism, a quality some women like but apparently not others. These are personal thoughts but I feel better when I write and hope that maybe, just maybe she will see them and remember the good times unflavored by the bad. Maybe.