I love you so very much. I would die for you. I would kill for you. I would crawl through miles of broken glass for you. My love for you has no end . . . it stretches out to eternity and it doesn't end there. My love for you is unconditional. No matter where you go in this world or what you do, it will always be there for you.
I love you, but . . . if the thought of staying with me makes you feel trapped and uneasy and sick and awful, then let me go.
I love you, but . . . if my love doesn't give you strength and if my love doesn't comfort you, then let me go.
I love you, but . . . if you resent me for who I am and the choices we've made together, then let me go.
I love you, but . . . if what you're really looking forward to is the end of May and not the middle of March, then let me go.
I love you, but . . . if you look back on the years we've spent together and you feel cheated or unhappy, then let me go.
I love you, but . . . if when you picture us together when both we and the boys are older it doesn't make you smile, then let me go.
I love you, but . . . if I cause you more pain and sorrow and conflict than joy and stability, then let me go.
I love you, but . . . if my voice, my face, my body . . . if I don't flash through your head throughout the day, then let me go.
I love you, but . . . if wearing your wedding ring feels wrong to you and you can't imagine putting it back on, then let me go.
I love you, but . . . if the only value and good quality you see in me is that I love your boys and take care of them, then let me go.
I love you, but . . . if you only say you love me because you don't want to hurt me, then let me go.
I love you, but . . . if you want to do things to sabotage our relationship and drive me away, then let me go.
I love you, but . . . if you don't feel you can trust me and share your pain and darkest secrets with me, then let me go.
I love you, but . . . if you don't love me . . . if you don't want me . . . if your greatest desire is to push me away . . .
Let me go.
I don't want to go. I love you more than anything. I want to feel your arms around me and hear you tell me that you love me and that everything is going to be OK. I want to search for any bit of hope . . . anything to hold on to. I want to be the one that you crave . . . I want to be the one that you trust with your love, with your life, and with your secrets. I don't want to go. God, it's the last thing in the world that I want.
But if you don't want me . . . let me go . . . let me move back home to my parents where I can fall apart and someone, even if it's not the person I want, can wrap their arms around me and dry my tears. I can endure anything if I have your love, but if it's gone, don't let me hurt alone. Just let me go.