I loved him more than I have ever loved myself,
He was my light, my reason to live after life has messed with my destiny,
But when he told me he wanted me to be less jealous and to let him go have dates with other girls,
I saw no other way but to end it, cause I was no second choice,
And yes I might think about him sometimes and wish he didn't do the things he has done,
However at the end of the day I'm so grateful, that he wasn't really my light and that when I needed it the most: I loved myself more than him.
