You don’t seem to understand that you’re the only thing I need. What’s the point of air if I can’t breathe? What’s the point of money if I can’t use it on you? What’s the point of good health if I can’t grow old with you? I just put on a smile like everything is fine, but I can’t even think straight. It’s like I lost the will to do anything.
You said you believe in destiny and that time wasn’t on our side. You said I will meet someone better, but you’re so wrong. I’m sorry, but I can’t just forget these feelings because of what you told me, despite how fucked up that sounds. You’re too important to me for me to do that.