I love her. I do. I love her enough that I put my phone back in my pocket. I’ve been selfish, and I fucked things up––I have no one to blame but myself for the failure of this relationship. For the fact that she moved on with someone else. If he makes her happy––it’s a big if, but I’m not there, so what do I know?––if he does, I have to be okay with that. Because I love her enough to do the same thing she did for me. I love her enough to let her go.
