Nobody said it was easy

How do you forgive someone that hurt you?
How can you bring yourself to go back to someone who burned you worse than you have ever burnt before?
I don't really understand it myself, she whispers through tears. All i know is that the pain she caused, the pain of what she did, is nothing compared to the pain losing her. Every pain I have ever felt pales in comparison to the pain of not having her in my life.

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