Downpour

I did it.

I don’t know if I made the right decision. This hurts. A lot.

The worst part is seeing that look in his eyes. Wounded. Hurt. Scared.

Because of me.

I don’t know what I’m looking for. But I am not going to find it here.

I probably won’t find it out there, either. But at least I will be able to say that I tried.

Maybe we’ll come back together someday.

I know that I still love him.

But how can I really love anyone else
if i cannot love myself?

I am so sorry.

I miss you already.