I’m not sure why, but every time I think about it I cry.
Sometimes it’s tears of joy, but they usually turn into tears of sadness.
I get sad when I think about all the good times and how they turned bad.
It still hurts to think of all the pain and arguments and all the days I felt worthless and unloved.
I think that what hurts the most is the two unanswered questions of “Why?” and “What if?”