People only see the moment you leave. They don't see all the nights you cried, all the chances you gave, or how many times you told yourself, "Maybe it'll get better this time." They don't know how exhausting it is to keep loving someone while slowly losing yourself.
I'd miss the chance to meet someone who loves me gently, respects me, listens to me, and chooses me every single day without making me question my place in his life.