Some say that it is not love I feel, that it is only a crush, a fad, but I have a question for them: "Who determines what love is?" Love is "in the eye of the beholder." I choose what it is just as much as anyone else. In light of this fact, I now realize why no "friend" could adequetly help me in my affairs. They were simply not their affairs, therefore their ideals and perspectives could not possibly have aided me.
After more reflecting...
I must disappear, vanish. She is happy in life right now, and I would only do more harm to her. That, I could not bear. I love her too much to harm her; therefore I will disappear from her life forever. I regret this decision with all my life, but I cannot deny this fact. Every moment of my life I wish for this decision to be otherwise with every fiber of my being, but hope will not help in this case. Please forgive me, I must bear the pain, the new scar on my heart, for the continuation of happiness for her. Do not think I blame her for this, though, because you would be far from the mark. I fully understand and accept the fact of what I must do. I want her to be happy, it's that simple.
I wonder...