"Why did you let her go?" I asked.
He looked at me. Stared at me for a moment, maybe thinking for an answer.
"I don't deserve her," he simply replied, then looked away from me.
I did the same thing.
"But isn't it your responsibility to be better, for you to deserve her?" I asked.
He smiled weakly. Then chuckled a bit.
Is there something funny about what I asked?
"I don't deserve her yet. No matter how much I tried to be better right now, I can't be. Better to let her go than to love her with my broken pieces and shattered soul. I can't let her fix me, she might just break me more, or the other way around, and I'll only hurt her, we'll only hurt each other. It's my responsibility to fix myself first before loving her wholly, for me to deserve her."
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Drapetomania
De Todo(n.) an overwhelming urge to run away. These are works of the author's head on the clouds.
