I will never stop loving you, but I don’t want to be with you anymore. You are so judgmental and covertly controlling. You crave only new things, and know the price of everything but the value of nothing. You exhaust me, you hurt me thoughtlessly every day. But if I confessed it, I’d just have to comfort you and I’m too tired for that. I just want peace. But you won’t stop thoughtlessly hurting me.

Love simply isn’t enough sometimes.

But then..I don’t think you know how to love. Only to tend to your secret sense of superiority.