Tragic Love

Was delving through some older writing of mine and found this- decided not to delete it.

Let me tell you a story:

   There was once a man who loved a girl with the very depth of his soul; more than every star in the sky, more than every eternity that could be found in every grain of sand. He devoted his life to her, spent his every spare moment with her, cherished her every word, look, and touch.
   They lived together for three years of exquisite happiness, and he was thankful for every second of his life with her. But the intricacy of love is fragile.
   One day, the girl he loved decided to change her mind. She decided that it was not enough to be loved as he loved her, and she told him she needed a break. The man knew what this meant: she no longer loved him enough to stay, if at all. She left him alone, to feel his heart cracking under the strain of his fading life, and he let her go.
   Yes, he let her go. He let her go because he knew she would return, and want to try again. He also knew that if he let her come back, then she would always have that power over him. So he made the hardest decision of his life; he packed a small bag of clothes, some effects, a few pictures to remind of better days, and left behind all that they had created together.
   She called him, and they talked for a while, but it was just a game; it was only the game played by those who fear to lose their security. In the end, he burned her pictures and cut her out of his life competely; for he felt his love for her was an addiction that threatened to end him.
   It was not easy, and it nearly killed him, but he did survive. For a while, he thought himself mad with the loss, but he later realized that it was only the lonliness; the lonliness that he would come to know everyday, the emptiness inside that was relentless. But he still, through it all, has hope and tries to smile, praying that one day he will love again.

Reviews

[Bellamorte]

I think you portray the emotion of love well in this.