Why is letting go the hardest part?

I sincerely thought we had more time...more time for you to learn and for me to bear.

for it to hurt that much, I know it was love. A twisted, perverse and possessive love, but it was true in a senseless way.

I didn't want to hurt, tell my friends I do not miss you, that you were bad for me, that now that you are gone I have rediscovered myslef....I do not know if it is true.

I tried turning down the monsters of you living in my head, remembering with scary details all the times you hurt me, but somehow the image of those mornings creep in. The feeling of wrapping my legs around you cut in, and the memory of the burns seem to hurt less.

I didnt want to hurt you, the look in your eyes when you realized you lost me for good haunts every waking moment.

We are now just two strangers with some memories.