This time last year, I gave up.
I walked away with no intention of looking back.
I finally started to move on.
I was happy.
But the envious being that you are
did not allow me to stray too far.
You followed closely behind me, observing my every move.
You couldn’t stand to see me smile, knowing that he accomplished something you couldn’t.
You plotted against me.
I ran into your arms.
And you just pushed me away.
Was it all for nothing?