you are better off without me.
not because i'm the one that was wrong, but because you were and would never admit it.
i know deep in my heart that these tears will only reflect off of these staind glass windows for so long, and that eventually you will be nothing more than wasted time and faded memories.
i can't wait to experience those days instead of these ones. these wretched days that melt into each other. at this point, i'm not even sure of the difference between day and night. all i really know is the difference between being with you and being alone is the simple fact that i'm (slightly) happier now.
the truth is, i'm not even sure what real happiness is anymore. i've been fooling myself for so long that its hard to tell the difference.
its hard not to convince myself that i'm a fuck-up, because thats what it really seems like. what keeps me from giving up is the fact that im not the one that gave up first, you were, and look what happened.
my world was the one that crashed. you're so good at hiding your emotions that i'm not even sure that i knew how you even felt about me in the first place.
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