Sometimes, just sometimes, truly difficult decisions have to be made, for better or for worse. I'm surprisingly calm about this one, I've laid down my cards, and I'm sad to say that it was thinly disguised as an ultimatum. But when it has to comes to this, it makes I've really had it up to here, it means that it's been bugging me for the longest time, it means that the issue has been tossed over several times, both in a irrational and rational state and in both states of mind, I could only come to one last option. And I want the option so much not to be a conclusion, but I'm not even thinking about that yet.

What I am, however, is tired. It's been most emotionally trying but when I decided on the option, it wasn't after a crying fit and in a moment of careless, impulsive emotion. It was after a surprisingly clarity-infused thought process coupled with quite a bit of weariness and wariness.

Oh, of course, the decision was made with self-interest at heart. Very few things in life come with no strings attached, with nothing but the purity and goodness of altruism holding it up. If it's not what's best for me, I'm going to be unhappy. And when I'm unhappy, it'll lead to the eventual and inevitable deteoriation of us. But if you cannot yield, and I cannot love wholly, as much as I thought myself capable of, then something has to give. Better now than in the future after showers of vitriol and bitter exchanges.

But believe me when I said that you were the best thing that's happened in my life, that it was you and only you who I've ever loved, and I want for us (even now) to iron things out, but if it's something so fundamental about you that I can't change, then maybe you too, need someone else who can love in a far more accepting way than I can.