picture this: a punch in their face that comes from you, but you can't see your fist. you punched away their happiness because you were the one that left. they begged for you to stay, told you that you leaving isn't the best for them. told you that they need you.
but did you listen through your own self doubts? no. no because you're always right. and although their heart has been broken, yours is already gone. they took your heart, and you're letting them keep it, even though you need your heart to survive.
