Literature
Leaving isn't easy
I'm leaving you behind as well, but don't be mad at me, I'm leaving myself behind too.
If I could ever leave you, know that I had to leave myself first.
And you were once a big part of me.
You still are.
Sometimes you make me think as if you're the only thing that's left of me.
Perhaps that's why I cherish you still, after all these years.
You remind me of what I used to be.
You're everything I were and everything I won't ever be again.
Perhaps you are me, the one you used to know, perhaps you're me more than I ever was, perhaps that's why I kept holding your hand for so long.
And I'm glad it's you. It was you all this time. It'll always be you.
My other half, the good part of me, the proof that I,too, had a good side once.
You're the only part of me that's left. I'm glad it's you.
And I know I never said it, but know, I loved you more than myself. I always will.
But now it's time to leave you and me behind.
I know we never said it, but we meant it, we felt it. That's why we're so
