I’m so sorry but… I think I fell out of love with you. I never wanted it, but now that I’m stepping back this looks like something that mostly I created. And now that I take myself out of it what’s left?

You’re a great guy. You’re my best friend…I know some people would kill to have what I have. So why am I not happy?

Is that all there is to love? We fight so hard to be together and build a life together, all so we can basically live like best friends with benefits? Someone please tell me if I’m crazy for wanting more love, expression and compassion from him..