Empty Inside

Today is one of those days that I really just need to find a release, and this seems to be the best outlet. As I lay in my bed crying countless tears, I can't help but wonder if I made the right decision. Essentially I've just had to let go of someone who meant the world to me, and who was, esentially my world. As we said goodbye last night, I felt like a part of my heart was ripped from my chest at the exact same moment that someone repeatedly punched me in the gut.
I just keep replaying the scene over and over in my head and it makes me cry harder each time. It was the hardest decision that I have ever had to make, but I also know that it was the best decision for the both of us. He's lost his soul and his happiness, and I can not guide him. He needs to find solace within himself before he's capable of being the same man that I fell in love with.
It's been almost 24 hours since he left, and I think now reality is finally setting in. He's gone, and I don't really know if I will ever see him again. That in itself, is a very tough pill to swallow. He was (and still is) the only man who has ever loved me unconditionally. He accepted everything about me, all my quirks and goofyness, and even adored me when my allergies made me sound like Millhouse. I truly thought I had found the one. He was the one that I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with, God had put him into my life for just that reason.

And now, he's gone. And I'm empty inside. Why does this have to hurt so bad?