Irony
Nothing like real life to teach you the defination of a word. Last week, I was fighting with Steve to keep us together. Tonight, I did the hardest thing I've ever had to do. I broke up with him. It's for the best. He started dating me to make me happy. He wasn't thinking of himself. He stayed with me, to make me happy. He loves me, but he's not in love with me. I'm not enough for him to give up living the single life. Knowing this, I couldn't be with him. I love him so much, I want him to be happy, even if it's not with me. I had to set him free. Yes, I was crying as I did it. It hurt so much I was shaking. But I know I had to do it. At least I know that he doesn't regret our relationship. That he doesn't see it as a waste of time. At least I know that I've gained a friendship that will last a lifetime. I've gained a brother figure. I have one more person who will be there for me whenever I need them. I've gained a second family. I'll always value my friendship with him, even if I'll always hope for a second chance. At least he knows that I love him, always will. At least he knows that I don't think he's too good for me.