Cold

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I wanted to let him go. I truly did.

But I was selfish.

I didn't want to live without him, I didn't want to figure out what life would be like without him.

After another fight, my neck throbbing from where he held too tight, we sat on different sides of the room. Thinking.

I was trying to fight back tears.

I licked at my split lip tasting the metallic flavor.

God I fucking hated that taste.

But then he looked at me, with those gorgeous eyes that held so much remorse and sorrow.

And he cried, cried and cried and cried.

And watching my beautiful man cry, caused me to come to tears.

He begged me to stay.

Told me he was sorry.

I forgave him.

Because thats what love is, forgiving them even if you can never forget.

Our relationship was toxic and we both knew.

But we couldn't let go.