We will always be together.

I left her in the night and left a note on her bedside table and whispered goodbye, I looked at our happiness together in the past and shed a tear. Delightful? Sad?
I wonder what she's dreaming about? What will she feel as she wakes up? Will she feel relief? Sadness? Betrayed?
My note reads:
My dearest love,
I will try to deliver this gently but I cannot live with you anymore.
My dear I cannot live seeing your smiling face day after day and your glowing heart.
Mine is torn, black.
It is to late for me now, I cannot live with myself knowing that I have betrayed you.
There is another and by the time you read this I will be dead.