Next Sunday, I’ll be leaving.
I’m overwhelmed at the thought of walking out the door, knowing that no matter what has happened, I’m breaking his heart.
I do believe it’s better in the long run. I believe it’s best for both of us. I believe I’m doing what I have to do.
Still, I know, even with all the conversations; even with everything we’ve gone through, there’s so much he doesn’t understand. I know when I close that door behind me, he’ll be behind it, he’ll be devastated and so very hurt.
But, I still have to go; and he’ll never know that it hurts me too.