I think about it everyday, the way you hurt me. I think of it when we're together, in the middle of a kiss or while I'm in your arms. While I'm wearing your jacket and while you send me a goodnight text. No, we can't forget it, but we act like it never happened, at least you do. And I can't help but wonder if I had kept you from a way out. Was it really a mistake? But if I ask you, you'll be hurt, you'll be mad at yourself. And I wouldn't want that. I want to be with you, but at the same time, if your happiness is somewhere other than me, I love you enough to let you go, Even if it still hurts.