Forgave

I forgave him more times than I should have.

Not because he earned forgiveness, but because I 

was scared of losing him.

I thought keeping him meant keeping the love.

But it wasn't love anymore...it was just a habit.

A comfort zone that felt safe even as it was slowly

killing me.

I confused familiarity with happiness, thinking 

pain was just part of the price you pay to keep

someone.

But the truth is, love that needs constant saving is

already gone.

And when I finally let go, I realized I hadn't been 

holding on to him - I'd been holding on to the

memory of who I thought he was.