When you walk away from something, you know that split second where you've walked a few steps and you stop and you think. You think about all the good times you have had with that person then you think of the reason you just said goodbye. And then you tell yourself is it really worth it. Going through all shit again and still end up with a broken heart? For some reason I always think about that moment where you stop and think. Its hard to think about the good times when all you remember is the bad….