I tell you my fear.

My fear of not having you.

You say you won't hurt me...

Next thing.

Next Day.

What do you do?

You end things.

You do what you said you never would.

You tell me you love me,

But how can I believe you 

when you always hurt me.

"I'm sorry, I just have too many things going on right now."

I know.

I understand.

I'm going through those same things.

I hoped we could grow together.

I thought maybe,

Just maybe...

Things had changed.

And maybe we could find ourselves,

Together.

But you aren't even willing to try.

You aren't willing to stay.

I love you,

You love me too.

But no matter how hard we try,

We can't fight against fate.

In the end,

We're both going to find

New,

Better,

More loveable people.

People who were actually meant for us.

Not someone who we think are.

And these people will make us

Happier than ever.

I'm sorry.

You're sorry.

There's just never going to be another us again 

Is there?

I want there to be,

But after countless times

Of trying to work things out...

One way or another,

Even if we try again...

It's not going to work the way we hope.

And that's because

Our fate is sealed

It has been from the beginning.

Why couldn't I see?

Why couldn't I stop trying?