Well Whats done is done

I'm not sure what is right to write? I feel ultimately alone, and most days wonder why I do what I because i do it alone? For some reason, my lover, my heart has decided that I am too much, and that leads me to test, leads me to beg question why I've tried so hard to guess. This heart of mine ain't seen the light of day.... but his heart didn't try to find the way.. and the distance is always growing wide....and yes we tried to keep our lie. well my silent easter, hurt like hell. so i guess that my heart has been unwrapped from his, and for him i hope it's best. because what's done is done, and I doubted he could stand with me, doubted he could hold his own against what pain can wield.