John
It is taking everything in me to not turn around and run back to her, to beg her to tell me what the hell she meant with she isn't enough, when she knows that she has always been everything to me, since the moment I laid my eyes on her at the age of four, I knew she would be my entire world and there is nothing she could ever do would make her anything but enough for me. f**k, even now I want to save her, and keep her close. The only reason I am pushing her away is because I am finally putting myself first. I hate that I hurt her, hate that I told her that I wanted her to leave us alone, but at some point I need to move on. At some point, I need to protect myself from getting hurt again.
"Where is Jena?" My sister asks when I get to the table.
"You need to let her go. She is no goo
