I really hope it was all worth it for him. I really do hope that hurting me was worth it for him and that everything he threw away in the end means less than what he keeps close right now. I hope that it wasn’t all for nothing; that all the broken pieces and open ends have a new home. I would hate for all the pain, sleepless nights and 4 a.m walks to go to waste because those meant something to me; they were all ways of fighting for what I loved. I hung on until my hands were blistered, I supported every decision even if I got ******* over because his happiness mattered to me, it ******* mattered. But in the end, I had to give in to the blisters.

By Chloe Elizabeth