she doesn't love me anymore, she's found a new love, a new muse. what she felt about me felt the most real and genuine compared to all the others.
i still read what she wrote about me, over and over again. hoping that i never stop feeling the love she felt with each word.
it's all i know that is real, or was. i'm happy that she's happy, she's safe in my memories and that's all that matters to me.
