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Sometimes, I wonder if I don't want myself to be happy without him.
My head knows I'll be fine. That I'll survive. That we really weren't right for eachother. That it's better this way.
My heart doesn't ever want to let go.
I've given him so much. And still it came to this.
I don't know, I'm ranting. Depressing myself and such.
I don't want to grow apart. I don't want to lose him. I've given him too much, and part of me feels it's all a waste now that it's over. That it'll be a waste if I stop loving him. If I let myself forget him. If I let him go.
It still doesn't feel real. But it's all too real.
I know life isn't supposed to be easy. But why am I making it so hard on myself?
My head knows I'll be fine. That I'll survive. That we really weren't right for eachother. That it's better this way.
My heart doesn't ever want to let go.
I've given him so much. And still it came to this.
I don't know, I'm ranting. Depressing myself and such.
I don't want to grow apart. I don't want to lose him. I've given him too much, and part of me feels it's all a waste now that it's over. That it'll be a waste if I stop loving him. If I let myself forget him. If I let him go.
It still doesn't feel real. But it's all too real.
I know life isn't supposed to be easy. But why am I making it so hard on myself?