By the time she finished, I had tears in my eyes. Theirs had been a beautiful love story. Being around them was always a pleasure for me making me think that there might be hope for love after all.
Hearing her talk about leaving him almost shattered that hope... I felt bad for her, but even more, I felt bad for me and my "almost shattered hope"
The next morning she forwarded the email below to me...
Yesterday, I had to take a decision. I had to take a stand.
A hard decision. A tough choice.
It like I was pushed to do it. One of us had to anyway, and I chose to be the bad guy.
I decided to let you go.
I chose to give you up.
I think you should enjoy this liberty you now have.
Consider it a gift, call it whatever you want, but all I want is for you to be happy.
You're free, and if we find our way again, if we are ever able to rediscover what we've had, it'll make me very happy.