I see him every day at work, and every day is a reminder. A reminder that we were something, someone, to each other, and now we're not. A reminder that he made the decision to let me go, that he thought I deserved better.
And maybe I do. But it doesn't make it any easier.
It still hurts.
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The same mess over and over again. That desire that never went away. The love that never broke. Was for him. It was all for him. I made a promise. That promise was to be a better person. But can I truly be a better person around him.