It’s harder than I thought. The moment I think you need me, is the moment I start fretting to come back, when obviously you don’t need me anymore. I care enough for me to want to come back even when you’re not healthy for me, but at the rate that I’m moving on & the way I appreciated everything and is able to smile now even after a short time, it’s clear that I wasn’t around because I loved you with all my heart, but because of my bleeding heart when I saw that you needed someone there. “You don’t need me anymore.”, I have to tell myself that. “You’ll be okay.” I have to repeat to myself like a mantra. So I don’t feel guilty for leaving. You don’t need me anymore. Please leave me be.