What if your last love was exactly that, the last one? Would you be more forgiving? Would you "let more things go" in favor of not being alone? After all, if they were your last and you knew there wouldn't be another, might you not be more inclined to keep them around? I think about that sometimes. I knew goodbye wasn't what they wanted to hear. I knew they wanted to work it out. But I know, for me, there was just no way. Don't get me wrong, it was once great. It was once the best. For a while we both tried to kid ourselves that it would last forever. Turns out we were both wrong. But as sad that feels, it was the right thing to do.
And if they were the last, then as much as it ***** being so premature, it could have been much worse.