.:Everything has a beginning and an end. That's what I was always told.:.

To think, I could have stopped all this before it began. I could have ended the suffering before it was felt. I could have… I could have… but I didn't.

Now I pay the price.

I drew a perfect world for myself, no line out of place. I drew love… but it was a fake love, a love that could never really come to be. I only hurt him, and now I'm gone.

It's better this way.

I can't be his light. I can't. I can't replace her in his heart.

I still feel lonely, but it's okay. He's alright now…

My life starts off with a blank page. Maybe what I draw next will be a patch to mend my broken heart.

But some things are meant to be broken and never fixed.

He won't ever remember me. Forever I'll remain locked in his heart. I put it that way. Even if he sees me, he won't recall.

I want it that way.

I don't want to hurt him.

Our love had a beginning and an end.

He's happy. He has his light.

And it's not me.