I lost myself in you.
I tried my best to be the best, for you.
I felt a loneliness each day as I'd wait for you to say hi, until I met the ones that helped my eyes to not cry.
I slowly overcame that rope that so tightly kept me attached to my bed, to dwell in the sadness I felt. The sadness you helped to grow.
I realized that I didn't have to be the version of me that worked with you the most. I could be the best version of me for myself, and not anyone else.
That was the moment I knew we didn't fit. It was all an illusion I had created in my head. So I wished you the best, and we said goodbye, and now to you I'll be remembered as "girl number five."
If girl number five could give you any kind of advice, she would tell you to get over all five of the girls you've had in your life before looking for number six. Maybe if you do that, six will be the one that fits with you.
I'm happy without you.