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I hoped that when it ended there would some soft fondness for the time we spent together, not bitter resentments and cold snipes. I had hoped that some warm place in each of our hearts would hold our relationship dear. But apparently there was nothing that that I could say or do that would make you happy. I suffered when you wept, Ached when you were sad. I wished only to make you happy, make you feel safe and loved… perhaps I was a fool to think that I was the one to do it, and perhaps I acted the fool at times as well, but never did I try to hurt you. Every time my hand brushed your cheek and you smiled up at me I thought you were happy, every time I gently kissed your lips the world faded and I remembered my love for you. Every time I told you I loved you I meant it with all I am. If all I am was never enough, at least remember that I tried.