"I love you, but I'm not in love with you..."
Those may be some of the hardest words anyone has to endure.
Tonight I made my last stand. I laid everything I had out there and forced her to make a decision. I couldn't go on not knowing where I stood. I made her either admit her feelings for me or break my heart. None of this "lukewarm" nonsense. So, even though I was defeated on this metaphorical battlefield, at least it is over. I know I'll look back on this and be proud of myself. If I didn't do this, I know I'd be haunted by the "what ifs" and the "maybes." So, after one last embrace and the most heartbreaking kiss, I can begin the process of healing and moving on.