I am done with myself.
I am not going to look back any longer.
My heart is still in pieces, but it will grow back together.
I will fill this hole in my chest soon enough.
I will not be a part of the equation.
Because I had my chance.
I've never seen you this happy.
And I want you to remain this happy.
I know I cannot make you feel that way.
It is beyond the point of going back.
It is beyond the point of hoping.
I will stop hoping.
I will stop wanting.
I will stop wishing.
I have finally received what I have wanted for the past two years; your happiness.
I will not jeopardize that.
I will be thankful.
I will stop being ungrateful.
I will be happy for you.