Maybe it was never right in the first place. Admittedly, nobody has ever made me feel like I have to be somebody else to be good company like you do. And for the first time in my life, I really felt that somebody could love me like that. But I knew from the start you were with someone else. I knew from the start I shouldn't even think about meddling. And while I pretended not to, truth was, I've been in your boat all this time. A very tiny part of me was hoping against hope you'd look my way. And for a moment, it felt like you did.
I'd like to think, some of it was real. That it just ended too soon for me to figure it all out. But the truth is, I've already figured it out since day one. I just didn't want to believe that I'm just one of the rest. That I'm not the special one. Because you were really really special to me. You still are. I was on the verge of throwing away everything I've been raised to believe and live by just to get to hold your hand. I would've gone the mile. But when I got there, you didn't meet me halfway. When I got there, you were with her.
Sweet, beautiful her. She was always the one, wasn't she? The one who could make or break your day. The one I used to pick up after whenever you had your little fights and you were feeling bad. The one who made you cry sometimes, and made you turn to me for a laugh, or a drink, or a joke. I was the joke. While she, she stayed at the top of your list without fail. And she didn't need to be funny, or to have a punchline handy, or an excuse nearby to get to hold your hand and take home flowers from you. All she had to be was herself, and you loved her.
And she's not me. So you can't possibly be in love with me, too, can you? Or else it wouldn't be the real kind -- the kind I thought I could find with you. I guess it's over too soon to find out.
Goodbye. I'm through. I really am.
Give me a chance to heal without you, okay?
