But I’m not sure I can keep that promise. At least, not the way I’m supposed to.
I’ll always want forever with her, but not like this.
I’m broken. Falling apart. And I’m taking it all out on her.
I’m too much of a mess for this, and she deserves more than that. More than the way I’ve been. More than me.
I don’t want to do this without her, but I don’t know how to do it with her. There’s so much I have to figure out about myself and my future, and I have to do that on my own.
I have to let her go.
She might hate me, but it’s best for both of us.
I just have to hope by the time I figure things out and am ready for us again, she’ll still want me—want us.
I have to trust that she won’t give up on us, and we can still have the forever we were always meant to have.