In my life, as in everyone’s life, there has been heartache and pain. Relationships that you think are fleeting somehow stick around and the ones that are built on the strongest of emotion and deepest commitment blink out of sight like a dying star.

I tried to fashion myself as a self serving individual. Convinced myself, or at least did my best to convince myself, that I was looking out for me and only me. The hardest thing I have ever done is tell the person I have loved the most, the person that means the most to me, that they are better off without me. I wish I could say it was a struggle to do this. That the thought of keeping those words in, and being completely self serving, was on fleeting at best. I wish self sacrifice wasn’t in my dna. I know I wouldn’t be true to myself if I were not that honest. Maybe being myself isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.