ending-a-relationship

I love him. So much. To the point where you won__ understand. You don__ get it because I don__ get it. It__ there. It exists. It flows. It moves like rapids through my veins. Comes with bursts and occasionally fades with the day, but it__ always there. And when you find love like that, you don__ want to give it up. But sometimes you have to and sometimes you have to give it to someone else. That__ the hard part.