It feels the worst when he leaves.
He runs when he's scared. That much, I have come to realize.
And my heart breaks a little more every time he does.
But I can't ask any more from him. It simply wouldn't be fair.
He deserves so much better than me. He says he's the one who's unworthy of me, but it's not the truth.
He is a wonderful man. He has such a beautiful soul.
He deserves a woman who can fill him up.
Not pull him down like I have.
I had love. In it's
purest,
truest,
fashion.
And I gave it up.
I had a letter.
A ring.
A promise.
A life waiting for me.
And I gave it up for a thin piece of metal,
and a few drops of blood.
And I hate myself for it.
And if I lose him for good over this, I will never forgive myself for it.