.: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.
