I used to think I wasn't good enough. Not good enough for you, for your love.  You were so far above what I could ever fabricated in my pitiful imagination.  It didn't happen magically one night, or one week, or even a month.  It took two long, agaonizing years to decide, I deserved better.  I deserved better than what I had, than what you could give me.
I wasn't happy, you see?  Every morning, I would wake up to itchy, swollen, red eyes bright with tears.  Dark thick circles lined my eyes and an angry frown was constantly plastered to my face.  It was as if I was just a doll sold in an old thrift store, or a Halloween shop.
I was tired of hearing, "Get some sleep," "get over him," "get on with your life," and, "get a life."  Didn't they understand? Didn't anyone understand?  Didn't you understand? I cried myself to sleep every night, lucky if I got even three hours of semi-decent rest.  I couldn't possibly get over you.  There were so many unspoken words hoding me there. Where could I move onto?  Forward didn't seem to exist.  I had a life, but you were it.
We were sick.  That's the only way I can think to describe it.  We took enjoyment out of the pain of ourselves and one another.  Maybe we were in love for a short period of time, but that faded into fights every day and every night.
I can not tell you what kept me coming back.  Maybe it was those eyes and the way they could stare right through me.  Maybe it was that cynical laugh and the way it sent shivers down my spine, like an entire cold front took my entire body over. Maybe it was that sarcasm and the way it could rip anyone apart, weak or strong, cocky or self-concious. Maybe you were like a drug and I always went back for that, last fix. Or maybe I just needed closure.
What ever it was, it hurt; it killed. In the end, I'm okay, so happy, infact, without you.  In the end, I know I hurt you, and I know it was just as much my fault as yours.
In the end, I am actually glad to finally see you happy; however, I will always have a soft spot in my heart where I do still love you, but I have gained the strength to accept that and move on.