Sometimes I wonder how things would be different, if I hadn’t so easily let you back in. After everything that happened between us. The cheating. The lies. The heartbreak. The tears. And all it took was for you to look at me with that face. That stupid face that made me melt into you once again. And I was hooked. It shouldn’t be that easy. I let you back in like nothing had happened. I waited so long to hear those words. “I’m sorry.” “I was wrong.” “I never wanted to hurt you like this, and I’ll never do it again.” The whole time I knew I should have told you to fuck off. I knew I was better off without you. But my heart doesn’t always listen to my brain. My heart has a brain of its own. I thought maybe we could have a second chance. But I never knew that I wouldn’t be able to forgive you. That I would never get passed all the shit that happened. And now you say you can feel us drifting apart. Truth is, sweetheart, I would have been single a long time ago if it wasn’t so damn hard to break your heart. I know deep down that’s what I need to do. Just let myself go from you. I know I would be fine. You realized that you couldn’t live without me, but I learned that I could live without you. The only thing that’s stopping me is that I don’t want to break your heart like you broke mine. That was the worst feeling I’ve ever experienced and as much as I would love the revenge, I know it would hurt me to hurt you like that. So sometimes I wonder…why was I foolish enough to take you back in the first place?