One day when you look back thinking who was wrong, and who was right.

You will realize that it did not matter, what mattered is what it cost you.

You will realize it was not worth the pride you refused to let go of.

You will realize that you lost something so much bigger than your stubbornness.

You will regret everything.

And I, will be here setting the world on fire.

With the matches I stole from you.

What did all this cost you?

It cost you,

Me.