It felt like a storm hit me. It took everything and left me empty. We lived a life that drained us. I cried everyday. He got quieter everyday. We lived in denial. I'm sure we wondered.. How can we make a home, if we can't make home out of anything but ourselves? It could have worked.. We've been with each other since high school. Five years. Been waking up next to each other for the past three years. I know him like I know myself. He knows me like he knows himself. He is my best friend. I always say in my heart every time I wake up next to him: "I love & appreciate our friendship more than anything". But.. We're both broken.. We're busy building each other.. For ourselves individually and for us. Still building a strong foundation.. Still growing. Still learning to love unconditionally and unapologetic. I believe, we are love. But this letter is to tell you that.. It was out of love. Everything done by us is out of love. We're both searching for closure.. The only thing that consoles us is, you have a better home now.