The irony of true love is the reality that sometimes we must let it go. It is a decision that goes against all our instincts; all that we cherish; all that is beautiful; for the sake of each other's personal growth or achievement. I let her go as she did me, for the sake of love. And that burden, that curse of realizing what we have done, what we have lost, will shadow our days and haunt our nights. It feels heavy even as we enter our new place in life with new hope...Yet, now having that feeling of personal achievement, I fall back into nostalgia, longing for that love I let go; desperately trying to recapture those feelings of utter bliss; that now is so elusive...We will spend the rest of our lives searching for something we already once had. Again irony...As i lay in bed tonight gazing at the stars, contemplating love's cruel cycle, i have reached an impasse...i am defeated. And just like the night before, ill crawl over to her side of the bed and close my eyes, to be as close as i can to her again.