"It's hard being this far away,
 but it's a lot closer than
 not knowing you exist."

Is that piece of paper so important to you that you
would forsaken someone you loved so deeply?
Is that dream so real to you that the reality of
the hardships of your love is a myth?
Can you live with yourself and that dream a reality only
to find your self celebrating alone?

What kind of life is that?

That is no life.