Separation as a little death

There are these separations or the other side has decided that we did not suit him and he told us nicely or at least carefully. And there are these separations or nobody has accused person. Or nobody has requested one. And the worst thing that happens in all areas. In love. In friendship. At work. It is certainly life. Any separation is such a small or large death. So why suffer and to suffer further and separate without any explanation?

I just separate myself from my boyfriend. Or to tell the truth, my friend, Alex has just separated from me. It hurts. I very badly. But he said it was the best thing to do. He says he does not love me. Or at least no longer love me lovingly speaking. It is miserable. He even cries. But he prefers to be honest with himself and with me. It can not continue a relationship where it feels good. It's not his fault. Neither of mine. It's over. I feel a little. How to tell? Dead. As if the person with whom I spent ten years of my life was also part of me. And I just do what I say? Expel. But after every death a new birth right? I hope. I try to reassure me.

So I'd like to just think about what is for me and I think all of us, what separation. What an ending.

What causes an end? What causes it in us? And above all an end in which we did not have our say.

Indeed. I try to think positively as possible. I love Alex. And I think that I would love forever. One day, I would have another guy and I love him too. But, now I have a hard time admitting it. We spent wonderful moments together and less good moments. We have always been accomplices. He was my lover but also my best friend. I honestly thought it was for life. And elsewhere too. But what? Life is not always a rose garden.

It's funny because I've always been that console my friends when separation. But I must say, I never thought would happen to me too. For Alex, I sincerely thought that the symbol of this, I had nothing to worry.

But love is incomprehensible. Ca part. It comes. I asked him "why"?
He replied "I do not know. I think I love you more. Yet you're my Chloe. You're the best. But perhaps more for me.

Sitting on my bed, I go into delirium. Why he left me? He met another? I am more beautiful in his eyes? Am I ugly? Am I too possessive? But I try not to answer these questions and daughter tell me anyway I've always said, love is like the casino one day we won and the other is pure how to say? virtual casino.