If it's the right thing . . .
why does it hurt so bad. Like the only part of me that I still had love for was taken from me and is held at arms reach. I know it's for the best. I know if it continued we'd both pretend like there's nothing wrong until it exploded into a second big bang, creating only a cosmos of pain and suffering.
Why does the right thing to do always feel so wrong.
Why does the right thing to do always feel so wrong.