Yet another story's ending

And now it seems that we have been swallowed up by the ocean.

We couldn't possibly have lasted. Our ideas of life are so excrutiatingly different that I am not sure how we even made it this far. Finally letting go of you is one of the most difficult things I have experienced in my life. It doesn't hurt, or at least not too much. Not as much as you'd expect. What really bothers me now is that I've grown so fond of you, got so used to you and living with you that it is almost impossible for me to imagine continuing without you somewhere in my life. And yet, I know I can't keep you an important part of it because it wouldn't allow me to focus on other things. I have sacrificed the last three years of my life to that certain purpose I thought to find with you. Realising that there really was no purpose from the start is heartbreaking.

I've known this experience from several times before but it's never taken me that long to make up my mind. Going to sleep with you - and then the last goodbye in the morning. You leaving my spare keys on the table, next to a little heart of chocolate. Knowing you're now with some of my best friends and they probably know about it already. And what do I do about it? I'm sitting here, as always. Waiting for something to happen, waiting for time to pass so I can finally go to sleep.
Well, this one might take a while.