I think the scariest part about moving on is realizing that this is it, this is what needs to be done.
I know we’re wrong for each other, and I know we’re never going to work out the way I always hoped for, but maybe I don’t want to forget about you. Maybe I don’t want to grow apart. Yeah, you have a drug problem that I hate and my anxiety drives you insane, but maybe I don’t want to give up on you. When I said I wanted to make you happy for the rest of my life, I meant it.
See, I just don’t like the idea of learning to live without you. I don’t want you to live without me. Maybe we’re bad for each other, but maybe I just can’t see myself with anyone else.