Only the strong survive.
I feel like it's killing me, but I won't die. I won't do what he's doing. I don't need anymore remorse. Things happened this way for a reason, maybe it was for the best even if my heart is breaking right now. I guess better now than later. I will move on, I will be happy, I will get past this. I won't beg. I won't pretend it's ok cause it's not. I won't make myself hate him, I'll just let this feeling burn until it's over and done with. I'll let it consume me, like I know someday it will consume him. He will be just as sorry as I am, he'll realize what I've realized, and it will be over and too late for him, just as it is for me.