It happens.

And it happened to me. I know the questions that he might be asking, the pain that he might experience, the excuses that I might be giving. It's a weird feeling, to have both happiness for finding the one, and the preparedness to say goodbye to someone whom you still care about.

I know because I've been there at the losing end. And I don't want him to lose this time. But I know I needed this break... after the castle has been built and after talks about forever. How could this happen to me?

I can easily say that it's no longer of my control. But why did I entertain? He did everything for me and is willing to do so much more, how can I let go?

And I can't confide with a best friend because I'm fully aware of how selfish it could get.

But after all, I'm willing to assume the character I'm not, at this very important point in time.