Why write this?

Why write this you ask? Could it be a cathartic release? Perhaps a need for closure? A final push to get something bad out of your system like so much bad blood gathering over time; year after year. However, this event was not all bad. Point in fact, it was probably the best time of my life. The one and only time I never felt pressure to be something I was not, to act out of character or out of belief. I could be the man I wanted to be and love how I wanted to love; and be loved. No person would judge me. I found my place in life and it was a dream come true . We were like two insecure people who found each other, somehow, someway. But in the end it was never ment to be. Is that a conceit? Yes, after all is said and done it is giving into clichés and urban theories of the common relationship. Men are from Mars crap and so on. If you buy into cliches you are blind to the truths. But this is not about one or the other. This is about telling a story of two people who fell in love, one lied to live happily ever after and the other lost his faith, hope, and the meaning of his life.