I was in love with them, and I believe they're feeling the same. I am deeply committed to them, and I am deeply committed to us. At some point, they stopped wanting to have a future with me. I feel so much despair for what the future holds, knowing too well how it would end, but I still love them for who they have been. One thing I knew for sure was that we were happy. It almost feels like I have met the right person, but they changed their mind and don't want a future together, and until I stop loving them, it's hard to say whether anybody will stand a chance or not. I couldn't recall how many days, weeks, or months I've decided to succumb to the darkness, but I believe I don't have much choice other than to toughen it up. I couldn't stop thinking about how we could have been, how we could have worked it out, only if they let us. I found myself completely powerless to persuade them to stay, to remain in this boat together. The love is still there, but I've got no fight left.