i’m stripped down to my core. i’ve got nothing left to offer. i can freely run away, knowing that there’s absolutely nothing i can do if i stayed. i’ll write poems upon poems, volumes and volumes of novels, and they cannot concretize the confusion i now feel. see, my head says to let go. my heart says to stay. and no matter how damn hard i try, i can’t let go. but god, i want to. heaven knows i want to.
because i respect you more than i give a damn about my feelings.
because i know that you like her – love her, even.
and i value you enough to just want you happy.