I had to let go. Even though we was in love. His unhappiness drained my soul. I couldn’t continue be dragged into his misery. I as an empath coyld feel the way he loathed himself. It was so hard for me. I could feel the love I had for him and his hatred for himself. It was a constant battle inside myself which feeling was going to be stronger for the day or even hour. It was the oddest thing to feel. It was just getting harder and harder yo desperate his feelings from mine. The longer I’m with him the more I faded and his misery takes over. I feel such deep sadness to have to let him go but I had to choose me. That to continue with him would kill me. I walked out the door and never looked back.

I rounded the corner and my eyes fell on two people wrapped up in each others arms. I at first was embarrassed to catch such an intimate moment. Then dread and gloom rushed over me. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I wanted to drop to my knees and scream why but I couldn’t even move. The emotional pain was so much it was parolizing. I didn’t want it to be real. Maybe if I just stood here frozen in time I wouldn’t have to move to the next phase of realizing the love of my life was kidding someone else.