“I can’t do this.”

When I looked into her eyes, I felt sorry, seeing the sadness and confusion she had. But it was about time I confessed to her. I lied. About many things. I called her the love of my life, yet here I was, needing to break up with her.

It’s not her. It’s all me. I can’t go on tour and continue with my job while also keeping all of the promises I made for her. I can’t focus solely on her, I can’t drop everything for her. And it just made me feel horrible.