I am tired of his moodiness because I feel like I can't talk to him anymore. When we first met he was one of the happiest guys you could meet happy, happy, happy… But things happened, life happened. The tragedy of trying to fight for the person you love “the one”, for so long and then when you least expect it they’re just taken away without a warning. My beloved ,my best friend, and the flame that brings light into my soul became my minds worst enemy but my heart's greatest treasure. Why is it so hard to walk away from someone you love so much?

Even if you know that person isn’t right for you..