Sometimes we need to quit on people.
It’s like a necessity. We HAVE to quit on them. But we can’t. We still look for that familiarity with that person, and we feel like we’re lost. So lost without them.
And it hurts. It hurts so much that you feel every fiber of your being disintegrating, the pits of your stomach caving in and tightening. All the hurt and pain covers you whole and takes over you. But it’s a necessity.
Nothing would hurt more