Heartbreak Without a Face

I left. It was my decision. Yet, it doesn't mean I stopped loving you.

I still think you're beautiful. Your sunshine. Your soft sand. Your turquoise waters. Your wind kissing my hot skin. I love how you made me feel. Smiling every morning, so early, with so much energy. Going to bed every evening, happy, fulfilled.

But it was time to leave. I could say that it's me, it's not you. That you did everything right. That it's not your fault. That you deserve better. Someone more committed. Who will love you even more. Or the right way. Just not me.

I left. I chose to leave. Yet, it doesn't mean I'm not heartbroken. It doesn't mean I don't miss you.

There are days I wonder if I made the right decision. Then realize it doesn't matter. I left. And I cannot return. So I move on. Slowly. Into the unknown. Why do I always choose the unknown? Why do I always leave?

Some days I'm excited thinking of the endless opportunities. Then I think of you. The happiness you brought me. So consistently. It could have lasted forever. Or could it have? I decide that no... It was time. The end. It was right. For me. And for you.

Love, always.

Written for beautiful Camp Bay, Roatan, Honduras