It isn't fair when you know a simple thought from them could rearrange you. All that remains is the hope that somewhere along the way you discarded a stronger more vivacious version of yourself. A fragment to be called upon when you have nothing left.
I won't give up, I will fight for 'us' til my last dying breath. You and I are meant to be together. You need space you got it, I will be here for you when you want to talk or whatever it is you need. I love you and that's a fact.