I love you forever, but...
It really hurts me in the process.
I gave up all the things I loved to do...just to be with you, to bring our lives together.
My passions meant so much to me, to feel like I can see the world in all of it's colours, how much I long for that.
The artist without a canvas, devoid of feeling the brush between his fingers, he sits in a dark closet, tears rolling down his face, his own sympathy for what will surely be a lifetime of regret.
And when the bell chimes, hurried steps to the front door, no outward discernable sign of sorrow.
Just a smile, and a kiss.