I guess I always knew that we weren’t meant for happy endings. Some people had tragedy engraved on their bones, and no matter what, they could never run away from it. But somewhere between breaking my own heart, avoiding the truth, and smiling as if seeing him with other people didn’t make me wanna cry every single time, I realized something else. I would rather see him happy with somebody else, than sad and miserable with me. I would rather see him live his life fully, smiling, getting everything he deserved, while I watched from the sidelines.
