I left him

I'm never going to kiss him again and I'm trying to wrap my head around that.

I'll never tell him I love him again. I'll want to, but I will keep quiet.

I'm good at that. I'll never fall asleep on his shoulder again; it was my favorite place to lay.

I'll never feel the warmth of his body hit mine because I left him.

I'm trying to be okay with this. 

It was the best thing for him.