His love was unlike anything she'd ever known. It would push her to the heights of bliss, only to knock her down to the depths of despair.
He made her feel like a goddess one day and then utterly worthless the next.
He was the first person she ever felt truly comfortable around, the only person she could be herself with. He made her laugh like no one else.
But he made his own boundaries in their relationship, unspoken rules that she was never quite sure of. The "rules" varied day by day, based on his mood and any number of invisible factors.
She tried to keep up with what he expected of her, but he refused to talk openly. When she accidentally broke one, he made her feel like she'd committed an unforgivable crime.
He taught her so many things: how to fight for what she wanted and stand up for herself, how to love fiercely and hate just as strongly. The line between the two became so fine, she was never quite sure what she felt for him.
They were trapped in a cycle of indecision, hate, and love. She never knew which way was up.
He put her on the backburner for so long; she was there when he needed her, but he never bothered to reciprocate.
He broke her in so many different ways, and yet still, she would have stayed...but he constantly pushed her away.
She fought for them for so long that, eventually, she forgot what she was fighting for. She realized that she needed to fight for herself, and love herself, with all the intensity she'd been giving to him.
So, as much as she loved him, she decided that she loved herself more. She chose to give herself a chance at happiness and realized that she'd have to do it without him.
Sometimes, she still misses him and the memories they shared. She misses his touch and laughter and the way his eyes lit up when he looked at her.
She wishes him nothing but the best and hopes that maybe they’ll meet again one day... but she knows that, for right now, she had to make this decision for herself and it's the best one she's ever made.
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