As I’m lying on bed tonight,
Staring blankly at the ceiling,
My thoughts reach you.

I go to the page where we last talk,
It didn’t end well,
I want to do it again.

But I know I won’t be able to bring myself to you again.

I figure you’re happy now.
I figure you have someone by your side.
I figure you don’t speak of me anymore.
Yeah, I already figured that much.

I hope she loves you as much as I do or even more.
I hope she makes you smile at the end of your tiring day.
I hope she is kind to you.
I hope your mom likes her.
Because she doesn’t like me </3

Treat her well,
Listen to her,
Tell her how much she means to you,
Don’t let her go.

I love you, and I shall pray the best for you.