A love to last

You spoke of me availing of opportunities abroad so that I can maximize my potential. You said that in 3 years you saw yourself retiring and having more time for me assuming I still wanted you. You would have been more free to do as you please and that meant you could visit me abroad. As I listened to you, all the more did I realize that you were actually setting me free without knowing it. My heart began to break into tiny bits. I pretended to like the idea. In my head, my intuition was correct. It was a love that led to nowhere. Was it a place I wanted to be? In its purest and basest form, I had never felt it like this way. But slowly it was being shown to me little by little. I knew I had to let go. I know not when.