You have to believe in it.

And if the next day you feel horrible.
You don't even want to talk to anyone.
You just want to be alone.
You want to cry and to hate yourself for what you did.
And all you can think of is of what he wrote.
This few words. "K I understand"
No more, no less.
You wanted him to understand, but you aren't happy.
It's getting hard to fight the need to tell him you love him.
To remind him of what he should already know.
You wonder how he feels.
And what is going on in his mind.
Maybe you just need to believe in it.
In the simple fact that it was best for yourself.
That it was the right thing to do, at least right for you.
It might be hard, but maybe believing will help.