And then you know.

You send the love of your life a letter. A letter where you bear your heart, your soul, your thoughts. You ask him finally let you free. You expect a reaction. An email a something. 

And you wait. You read his next post and it is all about creepy crawlers. He really could not give a shit about  you and it hurts. It really hurts. Realizing you mean so little to someone who meant the world to you. That losing a precious part of your soul is not even worth a mention. 

Live that grand adventure. I bet it will fulfill you to your dying day. And hold your hand while you die.