does it hurt me more knowing,
knowing that you just want me to be happy?
the fact that you are willing to let me go?
does it hurt me more moving forward,
envisioning how i was always happiest with you?
that, perhaps, you truly do care and i have deceived you?
does it hurt me more looking back,
remembering those kisses?
the ones we give to another?
does it hurt me more now,
that i wish i could be with you?
realizing, i will break his heart too?