"There are times when I get tired of you, of us. There are times when I feel like I want to give up and try living a life without you. I told myself that I can do it, since I survived (barely) when you left me before. I keep on telling myself that letting you go is the best thing to do not only for me, but for you too. Because what we have is not healthy anymore. I can’t stop worrying when you’re out with your friends. I can’t stop thinking about you and your girl best friend, about all the lies you told me just to continue seeing her, about the many times you had to choose between her and me and the fact that you chose to hurt me every time. I can’t take a step forward. I wake up each day feeling so insecure and not enough. I’ve lived with that for quite some time now that it’s slowly eating me up. However, when I picture me without you, I feel sad. I fought for this for so long, why give up now? I ran after you when you walked away and now that you’re here, I’d just let you go away that easily again? No. Everyone gets tired at some point but giving up should not be an option. A rest will do. Right now, every time I think about leaving, I look back to how far we have gone, all the effort I’ve exerted to make this work, all my promises and all the things that we could be in the future. I feel a little more hopeful, renewed. And I tell myself that we are worth it. We are always worth another try."