If there was a daily discussion comment to read today, this is the one.

I really need some advice right now guys and gals. I'm in a tough spot and I don't know where else to go or what other subreddit might be more appropriate.

Where do I even begin this...

Approximately 12 months ago I had moved into my new apartment. I was flown across the country for my job and moved to an area of which I did not know a single living soul. It was the beginning of winter at this time. The weather had begun to change and the breeze was slowly changing from a warm summer hug, to a brisk winter chill. Leaves began to fall, the trees began to morph into multi-colored spectacles and the air which once seemed so welcoming under the summer sun changed to a comforting Autumn swell.

I had spent all of my time alone until I had decided to add new life to my apartment - a new baby kitten. My loneliness seemed to dwindle as Zoe and I shared the apartment together. Time seemed to fly by with her now and before I could blink, Autumn had quickly become Winter.

The trees - bare to the bones. The grass - brown and what seemed to express a dreary depression. The air felt as if every moment your skin was exposed, a small invisible animal would nip at you with a sub zero frost. Every extremity frozen to the core. The days were short and the nights were long.

As more time passed, I still felt that I was missing something... someone.

Typical of young adult looking for something new, I promptly downloaded Tinder one day out of boredom. Thus, my left and right swiping journey began. Come November, I admittedly went on a few dates. None of which were out of the ordinary or special and none of which lead to anything more then an unsatisfied taste on my tong.

So, I kept swiping until I came across this girl. Mystified, I read her biography and looked at her pictures. I simply could not believe this girl was on Tinder. "How could she not have a boyfriend?", I thought to myself. With every ounce of hope I had in my body, I swiped right praying that her and I would match.

Afterwards, tired and hungry, I fell asleep. Teleporting through time, or what felt like it at least, I awoke to a notification on my phone the following morning. We matched! Ecstatic, I messaged her a casual "Hello there!", only to hide my extreme excitement. As lucky as I could have ever been, as if every star in the galaxy aligned that very moment - she responded.

We began to talk and our conversation turned from a casual chat into something much more. The interest was there. For a few days we had talked every day, all day, nonstop. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. This beautiful girl seemed interested in me. What's so special about me?

Our conversation continued offline to our phones and soon we had agreed on a date. To spare time, let's fast forward to the date.

After agreeing upon a location, before we met, I took my shower, shaved my face, ironed my shirt, fixed my hair, put on cologne, check my pants and nervously walked out the door. As I finally arrived, I approached the location of which we agreed upon.

Nervously walking towards the door, making sure I did everything I was supposed to do before I left and checking my list three, four and five times, I slowly walked to the door and through the glass I saw this figure... this brunette haired figure sitting alone at a table.

"Here we go. Here we go" I mumbled to myself with my heart beating out of my chest. I opened the door, she turned around and I instantly became... overwhelmed. Overwhelmed with a wave of chills. The closest thing I can explain it to is when you listen to a song and as you get deeper and deeper into the song as it plays, certain chords or notes send a shock wave that transits through your arms, to your chest and down your spine.

I had seen the most beautiful girl in my life.

We spoke and found many things in common. This date would lead to multiple more and eventually me asking her to be my girlfriend. We quickly fell in love. We became each others worlds and nothing else mattered. We were everything the other person needed and so much more. A bountiful fountain of life.

We dated and dated. Fell deeper and deeper in love until... until the pressures of life weighed down upon our shoulders like a thousand moons. It kept pushing and pushing. She and I became quickly overwhelmed with the struggles and battles her and I were fighting in our lives. We hung on and hung on. My grip becoming tighter and tighter everyday to keep her above the pressure. To keep her focused on what she was doing in life... but it became too much.

Her grip loosened and my hand became weaker as a thousand moons became two thousand. 6 months passed from the day we met until now and on the last day, the pressures had divided us like a wedge of angst. We locked eyes and extended our hands but we were being pulled farther and father apart. Far enough until the day had come...

I knew she had too much happening in her life. I knew she genuinely could not commit any longer due to, and as simple as it may be, life. So, I took her on our last date as a couple... she had no idea this would be it.

Every fucking bone. EVERY FUCKING MUSCLE. Every voice in my head ached. My heart had begun to tear bled the deepest running red you could ever imagine for this girl. She was my everything. MY motivation, my hope, my desire, my love, my every breath, my every thought and my every dream.

I had to though... for her.

You know... life has thrown me many obstacles. I've been dragged down and beaten. I've thought I had the worst happen to me... but at this moment... the moment before it happened, all of that seemed like nothing - and I realized something important.

Nothing in life is harder then saying goodbye to one you love so dearly.

I broke up with her. Not because I wanted to but because I knew it was best for her. She needed to keep excelling and achieving her dreams. I simply could not bear to have my issues become her issues. I could not live to see my problems weigh her down.

Her and I were bound around the ankles by our love. We were slowly drowning though. The sunlight on the surface of the water faded and became weaker, so as we were slowly sinking hand in hand - I did what I had to do. I cut what once bounded us by the ankles and watched her slowly rise back to the top.

She looked down at me though. With tears in her eyes and a broken heart, she was town just as I was, but I knew what I had to do and that was save her. To remove my struggles that weighed her down and let her rise back to the top.

So I sank with a heavy heart. I sank deep and I sank fast.

As I looked up to see her for one last time, she was fading into the sunlight. The world around be had gotten darker and darker as I sank and before I knew it, the girl I loved had totally dissapeared.

I broke up with her because I loved her. I knew I had to do it so she could get back on track and handle the stresses of her life without all of mine. I knew that was what she wanted but not what I had hoped for.

Months passed as I aimlessly wandered through the streets with a broken heat dripping a ruby red hue. The months passed and I thought of her every day. Of where she might be, what she might be doing, what she has been up to, does she think of me? Does she miss me? Should I reach out to her?

And months later I did. I had lived in the love of yesterday for too long. I had gone too long without her in my life in one way or another and I needed to say something.

I sent her a text message and asked how she was doing out of the blue. She responded. Carefully I replied as if I was stepping on broken glass. She responded again. Our conversation was short and brief but was once a broken and beaten heart all of the sudden had a small jolt of vitality.

A few days passed and once again I texted her. I awaited her reply but got one! Happy, I responded, carefully. We had got to talking and learned about what we were both doing in our lives. She had went through a myriad of things she was dealing with.

I told her...

For months I sat with a broken heart. I sat with the knowledge that I had made a decision with a heart full of love but had ripped myself apart. I had waited to say something and finally did. She appreciated my honesty.

And now, we occasionally text on and off - but my love for her is as strong as the day I locked eyes with her on our first date.

I told her I will wait for you. I will wait for you to get everything you need done. I will wait for as long as I have to. I told her how I felt and all of my emotions for her.

So here I sit, typing my story. Venting. Explaining where I am at.

The only thing left for me to do is get the love of my life back no matter what.