I love you more than anyone and anything in this fucked up world, but I realized that I’m the person that is hurting you the most and it’s killing me the fact that I can’t give you enough happiness to archive. Should I let you go? That’s my question. I really don’t want to and I can live a life without you in it, but knowing that fact, I rather to live in misery knowing you found someone better than watching you suffer because of me. I love you.