You don’t know how I feel, losing you, seeing you grow closer to another. I know you’re happier with her. I’m not the one closest to you anymore, the one you share your problems with. Who feels you most. It’s okay. I wish you well. I’ve lost my place in your heart. You can be close with anyone you wished to. I’m just a random passerby that never meant much to you. She’s much better. She treats you better than I do, she gives you happiness and warmth. While I have nothing. My sincerity is as cheap as it gets. I’m sorry.
