When I think of how things are. Think of everything that we’ve gone through. I start to crumble. But then I think, “he is happy” and even though it still hurts, it slowly numbs over. Because your happiness has always been more important than mine. And although you never understood that, when you love someone it’s not just you anymore.
Yes, it may be easier when I don’t see you and yes I may smile. But the moment someone speaks your name or something reminds me of you my heart drops. I may be carrying on with my life the best I can but you still carry my heart.
