I'm probably not the first person that realizes that I've wasted a lot of time and energy on certain people through the course of my life. I'm also probably not the first person that knows the moment those other people find someone that makes them happy that it kinda hurts. Not in a way that means I want them in my life, it's not something unfaithful or bad like that. It's like a bittersweet sort of thing. I knew it was a lost cause and I know my best just wasn't what they needed, but it's like a pride issue. They say it's never too late for anything to happen, and I'm here to say, in this situation, it is too late. You've found your happiness, so leave me to mine, because you weren't worth the pain or hurt to even be a part of my life.
"I wonder, do you still think of me? I carry your image always in my head, folded and yellowed and torn at the edge, and I've looked upon it for so many years. Slowly, I am losing your face. Now, I'm starting to wonder why I ever thought of you at all."
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