He loved her fully and thought the world of her, while she loved him but was scared of a broken heart

Isn't it funny how the one person you think knows you the most turns out to not really know you at all and turns out to not know/understand what you have been telling them everyday...

Sometimes we must get hurt in order to grow
We must fail in order to know
Sometimes our vision only clears
After our eyes are washed away with tears

Scars are souveneirs you never lose

So I say goodbye
To everything I thought I knew
To Everything I thought of you
To the love I thought was true
To every one of the chances I blew
So I whisper It one last time
'goodbye I love you...'
and slowly pull the triger

How sad that times such as these don’t lend themselves to lesser problems. And the problems to easier solutions