I feel like if I write in here about everything that's happened,
I'm just going to break my heart all over again,
and I just don't think I'm ready for that.

Hopefully, it will be okay.
He'll write songs about me and perhaps I'll write a book about him,
among other things.
And in time, we'll see which one makes a bigger dent in the world.
Which one becomes the new John Lennon or Jane Austen because of their work.
And maybe then,
we'll see which one loved each other the most.

But I already know who loved who more.
He's no Lennon.