Last night it's over..

After almost 11 months, it has reached its end.
I feel like i want to cry for days but minding that no one is aware of what i am going through, i have to hide my tears.
I'm not working perfectly as a lover. I have much more to learn, feel and share.
I hate it that it have to end. I loved. But then it's not enough.
It takes two mature people to make a relationship work.
The differences worked and tore us.