Unbeknownst to me, I wasn't the only one, yet I still hope you end up happy. And I'm not sure which is your greatest accomplishment: convincing me that you'd stay, or making me believe that it was love. If that was love, you sure had a messed up way of showing it. After the fact, not once did you wish me happiness, not once did you tell me not to blame myself, not once did you consider my emotions. Your sex organs were more important than my heart, yet I still hope you end up happy.