Yeah, well. Maybe I’m just jealous. That somebody gives a damn about you. Because if I fall, there isn’t a safety net. There’s no “angel” to lift me from the waves. If I fall, I drown. That’s it. Full stop.
Nobody loves me like I loved you.
And it kills me. Because I gave you everything, everything I had. I’d never loved anybody before you. And you moved on, threw everything I was away and now I have nothing. I have nothing, and no one, only a life that’s tailor-made for somebody else. You’ll never get it. You’ll never know how lucky you are.