I use to cry a lot because of you. But I have started to cry a lot because well going through this I lost a piece of me that I love. A piece that I only got back after staying with my family for a week. Leave my life please.
This perfectly describes me. In all my years: since I was nobody touched my heart and soul like you did. I pray daily that you would see through my lies to the love that still burns in my heart for you, and forever will.
I remember the first person who told me I dodged a bullet when you left. She winked, hugged me, and she just knew. And then I knew, I'd be ok too. I would have NEVER seen the truth had I not opened my eyes and truly paid attention.