She didn't lose him. She let him go.
She didn't let him go. She pushed him away.
She had to walk away, she had to move on.
Not because she didn't care for him anymore or because she was bored of who he was.
Not because she wanted things to end.
But because it was what was best for her.
Staying was hurting her, leaving was painful, trying to love the person he used to be was killing her.
She didn't want to cut him out of her life.
She didn't want things to end.
She did try to make it work.
She never doubted he wanted it to work out too.
But sometimes, life is against us.
And life was against them.
And she was forced to choose.
And she chose, she decided, she walked away with her head held high and her heart torn.
And with every step, she reminded herself that things weren't the same anymore and no matter how much she tried, no matter how much she waited, no matter how much she went back to square one to start all over again, to try again, life was changing. And she was changing with it. And he was too.
She didn't forget him.
She didn't hate him. She never could.
She was just tired of being unhappy and thinking that they would be happy together.
She was tired of asking him why he was hurting her.
Instead, she asked herself why she allowed him to continue causing her pain.
Because, truth is, in another life, she would run back to him in a heartbeat.
But right here, right now, she was walking away.
And it was the right thing to do.
And it was going to be okay.