Why letting go hurts: my last moments in our home

Just over an hour ago I packed up the last pieces of us.
I took down the photos from the fridge. Picked up the book I had left on the floor. I even left SodaPop a note apologizing that I won't get to see her anymore.
I walked through your place one last time the place that once felt like home the place where I felt safe. I lay on your bed and let the familiar scent of you wash over me for the final time.
Then I cried.
"Goodbye."
No more you and me. No more us.
I left your key on the table a quiet reminder that I won't be coming back.
Today I waved the white flag.
I surrendered.
Because sometimes no matter how deeply you love someone love alone isn't enough.