I used to think love only ended when things were toxic and rough. Perhaps not though, I realized even the most perfect loves end if they are not meant to be. You cant connect the pieces of why it ended unless you are looking back at what happened, for example as soon as the love may end you wonder why is ended or what is in store for you but you cant see the future, but looking back after it happened you start to see it was meant to happen for many reasons, maybe you met someone else shortly, someone better suited for you. You could of possibly found a new hobby or talent. I guess what I am trying to say is, everything happens for a reason and some things end for the greater good, even if things are perfect and comfortable.