I finally understand. I finally know exactly how I feel about you, about us, about everything. I allowed words to take the places of actions and I allowed myself to believe that actions were fueled by feelings and not desires. I know what I wanted and I know what I have. In the end, I cannot say that I am upset about that. I allowed myself to fall time and time again - now I am choosing to walk away. I don’t. I wanted to, I couldn’t.