You failed

When you lose your love to someone in the mist, it is the "I" who is lost, and then you fell like it is both who are you need the most... And nothing is ever as the same as you want it to be.
We live in a very ordinary world, can't you just see, any extraordinary pain mixed with the small routines, our loss seems huge and yet nothing can be pinned down or fully explained, for you are afraid if you found the perfect love, it would scald your hands,
You push and push to lose your love for him and then it is him who is lost... You tried not to hurt and yet,, everything you touched in his fragile world became a wound, then you tried to mend what cannot be mended, you tried, neither by your vanity nor tenderly, to rescue what cannot be rescued.
My darling...  You failed, for nothing is ever as perfect as you want it to be.