I kissed him and watched him walk away. I was a good woman and yet I felt helpless and cruel. I didn’t have the courage to break his heart for he loved me too much. I had been told true love never died and yet I had watched my side die whiles his had grown stronger. He loved me than life itself. I couldn’t hurt him like that for in my arms he was fragile, in my embrace he was a baby and in my bed he was overly content. For me it had all become empty effort, wasted affection, how I was going to let him go was a nightmare for he was too dear a treasure to lose
