“why don’t you try to talk to him, to work things out?” her sister asks.
“because when you love someone, you want what’s best for them, even if it’s not you anymore. you want the person to be happy, and i can’t remember the last time i made him happy. there was a time when he was the best thing for me and i hope i was the best thing for him, but that time has passed. now all we did was hurt each other with cruel words and painful actions. and i don’t want that for him; i want happiness for him, not disfunction. and that’s what we ended up being. so i’m going to let him go; not because i want to, but because i have to,” she answers while looking at her hands where his once fit perfectly.