I am aware that I must suffer.
To deny this would be the equivalent
of walking blindly down a busy road
and pretending the traffic doesn't exist.
I am aware that my suffering will be constant;
much like these precious memories of you.
Stored from the short time we were happy,
until you decided I wouldn't miss you.
But now I am well aware of what I must do.
In the past I would have been happy,
with that little cottage in the woods.
I would have given up anything to raise a family;
to have loved you as I should.
But fates decided upon my original destiny,
and it seems they will not let me go.
So instead of fighting, I surrender,
to destiny's ebb and flow...
For in return the fates have promised,
they will finally let you go...