I can't stop thinking about her, for she was my everything, or so it seemed. We slowly drifted apart, and now all I think about is how it was my fault that things turned out this way. I loved her, but I knew that if she just limited herself to depending on me, she'd never improve. Years later, I'm the one with the emotions, while she is thriving, and happy. I keep telling myself that maybe that was what I wanted all along, was for her to be happy, even if it meant discarding my happiness.