I knew he had demons. I knew and I never said a word. Call it women's intuition or something pretty close to that, but there was no doubt in my mind. He has a problem.
You know I wanted to be that one woman who never gave up on him. I had been told of his many failed relationships and I never wanted to be another statistic in amongst the others. I was willing to fight, every day. Keep us and our connection afloat in the ocean. He had evoked a feeling inside me that I had never felt before. An unconditional love that I couldn't shake off, no matter how much I tried. When his deep brown eyes would stare into mine it was like I was the only woman in his life, his savior, his salvation through all the chaos. Unbeknownst to him, the part of me that had been dead and buried for eight years was finally awake again. My soul was on fire, he had lit the match on it. But I knew I couldn't save him, no matter how hard I tried. He had to save himself. I watched his face as I left for the last time, his beautiful eyes filled with tears. It tore every single cell in my body to walk away, but I had to. I'm in love with him.
I love him and I let him go.
