Your hand was the ledge I held on to.
Your voice was my anchor to reality.
Your eyes were my mirrors to the world.
Your heart was my refuge.
Your words were my safe haven.
You were my everything.
The real problem was what would I have left if you leave?
Untethered. Unaware. Scared. Alone.
That's how I would be.
I was stuck in a crossroad.
To leave or to stay.
To love or to hurt.
Neither of us was sure about anything.
Neither was fate.
The longer I clung to you, the more I realized what I would lose if you left, the more I realized how easy it was to leave me.
Because I was the only one who wanted to stay.
I was the only one who loved.
I don't know what would've happened if I stayed...
Maybe it would have gotten better... Maybe not.
I just know that I chose the right path.
The path where I know I would be free, but sensitive. Alone, but happy.
It's okay to not hold on to someone, as long as you're happy with your life.