I can't be with him because he can't protect me. He doesn't want to. Not even that. He doesn't care enough. I can't feel love for someone who won't save me, who thinks I am not worth the effort. I have grieved for it, but I am done grieving.
Integrity.

I'll choose to be alone before being with a wrong person over and over and over again breaks me, turns me into a person so twisted and damaged that I wouldn't be able to see when something good comes along. I think I am already halfway there, and it scares me.