The moment that I took comfort in your skin is the moment I knew it was over. I laid with you, stroked your chest and held you close to me. I kissed you, with feeling, with more feeling than I’ve felt in a long time. I felt something. I love you, just as I always have but I am looking for safety and ground I can stand on without fear of falling through. I suppose it’s true when they say that love is not always enough. For so long I wished that it wasn’t true, I wished that love conquered all. I know the truth now.