I broke his heart. I left him completely shattered in small pieces and he has no one to pick them up.
Part of me loves him for the person he is and for all the the good he did for me but I’m not in love with him. I finally gathered the courage to leave him.
It wasn’t fair for either one of us. He truly deserves someone who loves him for who he is. In a way, I stayed with him for a few more weeks because I didn’t want him suffering but I was already emotionally “out” of the relationship.
I know I changed him, I changed his life, I entered it like a tornado and turned everything upside down. Like I do with everyone.
He cried so much. And I cried just as much for seeing him cry.
I hope that, with time, he’ll pick himself up. Like I have before, too.
Dispite all the suffering, I’m certain I made the right choice for both of us and I will find peace in that certainty.