People say letting go is the hardest part of living.
That a piece of that person will always stay with you, no matter what you say or what you do.
Then that little bit of the person will hurt you, tear you apart as you watch them walk away.
Step.
By.
Step.
It pains me to see her like this.
It really does.
I don't like hurting her, but I can't let her get dragged into the black hole that I’ve created for myself.
I can't let her get hurt because of me.
Because of my past, she can’t be part of my future.
No one can.
