i think that when all is said and done - telling someone that you hope they're happy with someone else is one of the hardest things to do.
you can mean it from the top of your head to the soles of your feet.
but it still aches.
you can still hear the echoes of something that was there.
running through the hardwood floors of your mind.
on repeat.
but you're happy at what might seem like your own plight.
love is a sick, sick thing.
(image from MXrider193 @ photobucket.)
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