"You build on failure. You use it as a stepping stone. Close the door on the past. You don't try to forget the mistakes, but you don't dwell on it. You don't let it have any of your energy, or any of your time, or any of your space." - Johnny Cash

Love is fickle and love is grand; sometimes we forget ourselves in the love of another. In the beginning love is the air we breathe, the sunshine in our hair and the breeze that brushes by our cheeks.

I have not ever loved the same man in the same manor, for each man needed a different kind of love and I was always willing. You see "having it all" is an illusion. We see what we want to see and in return people show us what we believe we need. Love wasn't meant to be complicated but somewhere along the line it turned into lies and mistreatment; consequently people get married and years later realize they don't know the person lying next to them at night but eventually the true self always slithers its way into reality.

I loved you endlessly, I loved you when you had nothing but your love to offer me and I loved you enough to know when it was time for me to say Goodbye. In the beginning I couldn't shake the pain from my chest. All I could see were the nights we stayed up talking about the places we would go and the people we would become; the thought of knowing those promises were no longer possible was almost unbearable. I have no doubt that you loved me, I could see it in your smile when you'd seen me after a long day or the way you hugged me just long enough as if you weren't sure you wanted to let go. Going into our relationship I hadn't been looking for anyone, which is why I thought maybe you were the person I was supposed to be with. I learned an important lesson during our relationship; I learned that some people are supposed to be temporary, you are supposed to love them all up and then you are supposed to let them go. It is this feeling in your heart right below all the love that tells you, "he isn't yours."

I had begun to realize early on in our relationship that there was a strong possibility that we would not be together. As we laid in bed talking until two in morning about our deepest secrets, my heart clenched at the thought of "us" not being something more.

I remember the first time you told me you loved me and my response was, "Thank you." I knew that I loved you. I knew that I loved you probably more than you loved me, but for some reason I could not get the words to leave my throat. There they stayed lodged in my throat for an entire month. Even late at night when you would whisper you loved me before you fell asleep I still couldn't find the strength to say it back to you.

Well here it is, I love you. Even as I said goodbye, I loved you. Even when it hurt like hell to know you had found someone else, I loved you.

I loved you enough to know that you were better without me. I loved you enough to let you go and if faced with the choice to change what I did I would still choose your happiness and your success to be achieved without me.

What better way to show someone you love them, then to set them free.