I can't help but feel like I've made a huge mistake.
I tell myself that it's for the best. That ending it now is better than waiting until we've gotten even more attached and then have to separate.
But I can't help but feel like I've made a huge mistake.
We both knew that it had to happen at some point. I, more than likely, won't be here more than a year. You have 2 more years of university.
Yet I still can't help but feel like I've made a huge mistake.
I never planned on being in a relationship so soon, I wanted to just date around and meet a lot of people and not let myself be beholden to anything or anyone.
And yet I still feel...
like I've let...
you down...
let you go...
let you cry over me, when I'm not really worth the tears, my dear. Each drop is a stab in the heart that we've been sharing. You're far too young and far too beautiful to let me have affected you so. You let me in, you let me stay, I let you down.
The last thing I ever wanted was to see you cry. I never meant to hurt you; I only did this to prevent the hurt from being worse.
I can't help but feel like I've made a huge mistake.
