Ah, love, what a cruel, cruel emotion. One moment we’re floating through clouds of ecstasy, the next, those calm clouds have turned into a thunderstorm of anger and tears. I do love you, I do, but for both our sakes it would be best if we leave now, before what was once love turns bitter and cold. It will be better for both of us.
It is not like we haven’t tried to fix this. How many long nights have we spent awake, arguing and wallowing in our own self-pity? More than I can count. We have tried to talk it out at couple’s therapy, we have even tried separating for a while, but you know as well as I that that does not fix this problem we are having.
What is the problem? I do not know. Perhaps it is my stubbornness, or your lack of commitment, or something in between. But I do know that we aren’t any closer to finding out the source of our arguments now than we were in the beginning. That tells you something, doesn’t it? We cannot communicate with one another any more; we have become so proud that we won’t admit that we are wrong. And good Lord, we have both been wrong our fair share of times.
You ask how I can throw what we have away so carelessly. But you must see that I am not throwing our love away! I am freeing our hearts so that they might “kick down the world and lash forests”! Doesn’t that sound grand? Maybe you’ll go to Rome, like you always said you would, and I...well I can finally pursue that career in LA. If we are truly meant to be together, then I know that we will find our way back to one another.
I know as well as you that for a while we will be miserable and regret all the things we said. We will ask “What if?” over and over, but slowly we will find that we can go on without one another. Is it not “better that our lives unloose and as two tall ships, wind-mastered, we break away from an estuary with our courses set?” We will go as friends, or at least on friendly terms.
I must say good-bye now, before I lose my nerve. I wish you luck on whatever endeavor you chose next, on finding a new love, whatever that love be. I will leave you now with a kiss and a wish that you will think on the earlier, happier memories, rather than the more frequent and recent anger-filled ones. Farwell, my darling, farewell.