It isn’t healthy.
Love is special, I know. But I have trouble believing it’s worth changing my plans, my career. And I know you say that you’re willing to compromise, willing to change your life for me, but that’s not okay, that’s not acceptable. If you change your life for me, you’ll learn to resent me. Maybe instead of trying to make each other fit perfectly into out lives, we should part ways and say, “Hey, it was nice while it lasted.” As much as I may lie to myself, I don’t want the same things out of life that you do. I don’t want to be married, to settle down, to have kids. I think it’s time I realize that I will never be happy if I keep living like this. I think it’s time to accept that I will probably never have a meaningful relationship, that I’m destined to be alone, at least until I can find someone who fits into my lifestyle. But maybe I’m wrong - maybe we should sacrifice our futures for love, maybe we should compromise and try to make each other fit. Who knows what we’re supposed to do for love? I sure as hell don’t.
