You win. I'm done. I give up. I will no longer try to push you into something you don't want. I will stop searching for something that just isn't there. I will stop begging for scraps of your affection like a pathetic fool. I hoped me being gone for a few days would make you realize you missed me. It backfired. You were just fine without me. I reach out to you, hoping you'll reach back. That doesn't happen either.

It's so hard for me to accept that it's over but I can't go on like this. I don't know what you want from me. You told me once how I was acting different and not behaving as I used to. Do you want me to behave like that again? Do you want me to fight for us? Or do you just want me to leave you alone? That's the strongest indication I'm getting from you. You're certainlynot responding in any encouraging way. Just the opposite, infact.

I keep hoping you'll remember how it used to be and what we used to have, but clearly I'm too late. You want to live together as friends and co-parent, but I don't think I can do that. You see, I still love you as much as I ever have. I can't live with what you propose when I know how really great we were together. I can't live with the ghost of a really great love. I can't look into your face day after day, a face that I have cherished and loved and laughed with and cried with, and see only indifference looking back at me.

You've obviously moved on. Like it or not, I'm going to have to also.