i was told at a young age that all good things come with a little bad.
they left out the part where if the bad outweighs the good then it's no longer good for you.
you would completely destroy me but it was all okay because you would tell me you love me afterwards which was the little good that kept us going
it wasn't until our one fight, you hurt me badly and this time, no good came. you never said sorry or that you loved me this time, you blamed me when it was all you.
i knew i had to leave because there were more reasons to than to stay.
