They say it is better to have loved and lost, rather than to not have loved at all. While I agree, it still bloody hurts.
A smile echoes in my memory, a kiss etched deeply onto my lips. Two eyes looking into mine, your hands still on my hips. I still feel your heartbeat, racing against mine. I still see you moving, gracefully out of line. I can still feel the tears, I shed because of leaving you. And even though I hurt still... It was the right thing to do.