You are going to marry her. That’s my issue though, clearly not yours. I just have to deal with my wasted heart. And learn to let go of all your empty words. Still I’m haunted. Time. Time still leaves me feeling deflated. I’ve been suffering in the night, like I always have over you. While you carry on pretending that I don’t exist. Keep leaving me alone. I’ll be here. Alone. I’m used to it now.