I’ve learned young that people aren’t bound by any means of obligation to stay in your life, it’s a matter of choice, and that choice is subject to change at any given time, and when or if it does, there’s ultimately nothing in your power you can do to prevent them from leaving.
I’ve learned to let go. Perhaps too many times. And I think it’s reached a point where I’m set to believe the only option there is is to let go. The option to fight for someone is something so foreign to me, merely because people walked out regardless. It’s occurred so many times that now fighting just seems like wasted effort.
If you thought I was worth it, you would’ve stayed.