Personally, it’s usually never one deep stab that hurts the most but a multitude of pricks that just carve out one’s heart. Because when we get to that point, we ask ourselves why are we even in this situation in the first place. We constantly repeat the pain, we constantly repeal our conviction to walk away. It’s never easy to accept that sometime this simply isn’t for us.

Because we believe in others. We believe we can tolerate things that we never should have accepted to begin with. Can you truly help others if they can’t help themselves? Maybe we’re different, we’re the missing key to whatever will unlock the chains that binds others? Little did we know we free others only to find ourselves shackled by a fate worse than theirs.

But we always believe, right? Always have to.