You ask me if it were easy. If it were easy To look you in the face and tell you I didn't love you; that I never did, that I never would.
No.
Of course it wasn't.
It tore me apart, and through every fraction I saw your heart break through your eyes, mine broke just that little bit more. But what you need to understand is that I did it because I love you. Because no matter how happy I was when I was with you, no matter how much I wish we could have stayed this way forever. I knew that you weren't happy. And every day we were together, I could see you withering and falling apart, I could feel you slipping between my fingers.
I can't bare to think of how much I hurt you, to think of how much it still hurts me. But what keeps me going is knowing that you will be okay. Soon. Knowing that letting you go was the best way to make you happy; to make you smile again.
So no.
It wasn't easy.
And now every day that you spend putting yourself back together; I spend slowly falling apart.
