Sometimes love means letting someone go.

Were love a choice, you could have chosen to love me. You could have chosen to be certain about your feelings. You could have chosen to be better for me.

I tried my absolute best to be what I thought you needed. Until I realized what you needed and what you wanted didn't really match up.

I am sorry that you are hurt, but I have done nothing wrong. I will not apologize for pursuing happiness. I will not deny myself those things that make me feel good. Especially for someone who believes everything in life is a conscious choice and who subsequently chose not to act.

I gave you all of me and every opportunity to love me the way I deserve to be loved. So it was your choice not to be what I needed.

You can only hear "my heart is not open" and "I don't know if I will ever introduce you to my parents" and "I don't know if I can ever love you" and "maybe we shouldn't do this" so many times before you begin to pull away.

You pushed and pushed and pushed. Where did you expect me to go?

Never forget that I love you. My heart is big enough to love the world.
But I never fit into your definition of love. I wasn't the "one" and you made that pretty clear.