I took everything away. I moved out. I loaded my car with my books, cd's, and clothes and I brought them to my new life. But I never took my heart. I know you don't want it. I know you believe I am not the right man for(more) you anymore. I realize that things have not gone well this last year and I completely understand why we are where we are. But you never changed in my eyes and I know that from this moment on I will never fully fall in love again. I will never be able to devote myself to another human being because you will always hold part of my heart.
Regret is a horrible thing and I have listed over and over the things that led us here. The things I did that were wrong. The things I didn't do that I should have. The seconds, which became minutes, which became hours, then days, weeks, and months that I neglected you are all gone now. I count them over and over, wishing I could save them all for you to spend with me whenever you'd like. But you don't want to. You have moved on.
I need to do the same. I need to find my life again. The empty shadow cast by your absence is a taunting demon. Pushing and pulling me, wishing to be filled by malice and spite. It lures me with easy thrills and deadly habits. But even the hole in my life left by your memory is too pure to be tainted by anything so crass.
I will move on and I will spend my life with this lesson. All I ask is that you remember.