To stay or leave, she wanted to decide.
He hadn’t been good for her, wouldn’t ever be, nor was he now.
But however selfish it was, he did love her. She didn’t love him from the beginning.
But if she left, she would be alone, surrounded by the mess they had created.
She had expected someone better to waltz into her life to replace him so terribly easily. Waiting only wastes time.
Now he’s grown to be a part of her. Amputate him?
But I can’t.