He moved 1200 miles to a cold city to be with me.

I asked him not to and told him I cared for him but could not love him the way he wanted. I was right about that. I tried very, very hard to love him the way he wanted, but I couldn't. It wasn't him, it was us.

To this day, nearly a decade later, something inside me says that doesn't mean I didn't do him wrong.