It was like a marriage, really.
Lennon and McCartney.
Holmes and Watson.
I can't explain it any better than that.
All of our free time was spent with each other.
We shared so much -- fears, hopes, dreams, desires.
We were a unit and together, we moved.
A single beating heart.
But like all good things, it had to end.
The light of love was gone.
I didn't trust her.
I was no longer in love.
I was lonely in a relationship made of two.
Though not entirely my fault, I take the blame.
To save her any potential guilt, I will continue taking the blame.