I am tired. I’m tired of making apologies. We don’t have to go through with this,again. But then, you chose to do it your way. As always. Well, allow me to make it easy for you. I’ll go my way and you go yours and if we cross paths one day then I’ll stop and say HEY and we’ll act like everything is fine and absolutely normal. But then again, what is normal anyway? I know myself so well, I know I won’t be okay inside. I’ll be screaming but no voice will be heard. You know why? because I am tired of being  second best. If you’re happy then I’m happy for you. I just hope you get what you want. Forget me and how I feel all about this, all that matters is you. And you. And you. And … you. Of course.