I thought you were that special one until you tore my heart apart. You did said and did things to other ladies that were not me. You pushed me away and then I was the bad person in all of this. For leaving your side and trying to move one. Was I supposed to be by your side forever, and just continue to get hurt? It took about five months before I came back to you. And now, here I am, wondering if I should stay. I miss the old you. The lovable you. What happened? Where did it all go wrong? A part of me wants to stay but there’s a bigger part telling me to move on. Maybe it’s about that time. As much as it hurts, maybe it’s something I need to do. My life depends on it. If I stay, I won’t be going anywhere. I have to do what’s best for me.
I love you, but I love myself so much more.
