This is it for us. I'm finished. Through. This past while, I haven't felt great when I was with you anyway. I felt numb and dull and while, not depressed exactly, I wasn't happy either. I'm fine with being sad now and then, even though it probably annoys you, but at least the ecstatic seems accessible again. The divine, the too-good-to-be true-but-might-actually-be-true is possible. Maybe even probable. And all of that will happen without you.