It was all so perfect. I thought I had done everything the way they said you were supposed to. I waited until I had gotten all those childish adventures out of my system, until I was reasonably financially stable, but most importantly, I married my best friend.
Through all the nights on the streets, the days of starvation, sleeping in the alleyways in the rain, the jails, the shelters, all of it, I never once lost hope. You were my hope. I knew that I’d see you every now and then. All I had to do was cross paths at the right time and I wouldn’t have to exist any more. I could live. For half a decade I lived.
Here I am again but this time my hope is gone. My life , my love, my friend is gone. The streets are cold, baby and you put me here. 25% of my life is dropped into his hands and yet he is the one I hate. I will always love you. Goodbye cruel girl.