on my own again

my dear girlfriend (whom I love more that anything - but more as a person whom I deeply respect and feel good being with) and I just went in to directions - so I am on my own again. I always seem to find a reason for every thing, but love seems as a mystery, which most property also is the beauty of it. Man - this is hard stuff, especially when you know each other that well and respect and help each other in any way, and its all suddenly history. Never the less I truly believe in true love, so I'll just have to be patient I believe