We tried to make it work. We fought all odds and tried to be together. I guess we were just two halves of a broken heart that didn’t fit together. This doesn’t mean that this has to be the end, though. Maybe we’ll meet again. We’ll meet as two whole hearts living, breathing and completely free. Maybe then it wouldn’t be so hard to love with our entire beings. Maybe then it wouldn’t be so scary. Maybe then it would work out for the better. Until then, I guess I have to build myself a whole heart and just wait. Wait to fall into your arms again. Until then, goodbye, my love.