The reason I was living was you.
We were living for each other.
Or so I thought.
Turns out you could have been living for someone else the whole time.
I don't hate you.
I'm not even mad at you.
No matter how much I think I should be,
no matter how much others think I should be,
I could never be.
No matter how fucked up it was for you to end things like that.
No matter how stupid this damn situation is.
They said you're not worth my time,
but you were
and always will be.
