I loved her, I really did. 
I loved her with everything I was worth. 
But she wanted a white picket fence and a big house in the suburbs, a backyard and a swimming pool. 
I wanted a bustling city life, I wanted a fast paced career and an apartment overlooking the New York skyline. 
She wanted to settle down and have kids, to establish a life filled with carpools and sunday afternoon barbeques. 
I was too restless, I wanted to travel and explore. I wanted to see the world in all its glory. 
She wanted roots and I wanted wings. 
She wanted the heat, to live somewhere warm, where the sun never set and it was summer all year round. She wanted family days at the beach and sand between her toes. 
I lived for the cold, for snow storms and blizzards and ski trips. I wanted days spent locked inside, wrapped up in front of the fire with a mug of hot chocolate in my hands. 
And I did love her you see,
But love is not always enough to hold people together in the real world.
Sometimes you’re too different and the most loving thing you can do for someone is let them go.
—  f.a.w