She made me care for her. She wiggled her way into my life. She made me want things I wasn’t sure I’d ever want. And then she turned around and ruined it all with her dishonesty. Letting her go should be simple. A clear-cut choice. An obvious answer. But I feel like I’m sitting here sawing off a perfectly good limb. It hurts. More than I thought it would. More than I knew it could.
