The hardest part is holding on .

''I’m sorry, but emotionally I’m going to have to let you go. I’m going to have to leave you at the doorstep. Or just not show up at all. I think I’ve been waiting all this time for you to match me feeling for feeling, and somewhere down the road I realized that you’ll never get there. It was as simple as trying, but you know what they say—we don’t make effort for the things we do not care for. And I suppose I misunderstood your definition of such. I suppose I might have carefully and unconsciously crafted a world for you and I inside the realms of my mind without realizing that the human emotion and affection I placed in you and for you was based solely upon just that—my creation. It’s okay though, I’m not complaining. I just wish you were all that I wanted you to be. All that I knew you were capable of being. But there I go again, placing people on pedestals in which they did not ask to be seated upon. For what it’s worth, I really and truly believed in you .''