This is it. I’m leaving for good, now. You can do with that what you want. You know that I care about you more than anything, anyone. But I’m not enough— I will never be enough. We’ve tried this. I was going to let go and you came back. For me. No one’s ever done that. But I have my own issues and I cannot ask you to accompany me while I sort them. Not that you would, either. I’m simply not what you’re looking for. I’m not what you need. There is no fault for that. But I cannot wait around. I can’t be your sympathy. 

(via carolinepham)