At the end, I wanted him to be taken, not by me but by someone else. Even if I knew there was nothing to look forward to anymore, some part of me still wanted him.

I knew he was bad for me from the start but I kept sticking by him.

I knew we were never going to happen but I tried.

Now I wanted him to be happy and not interfere with my life anymore.

If he was someone else’s, then I thought I would never look at him again. If I knew he was content and satisfied, I wouldn’t be worried about how to make him happier. If I knew he was in a good place, I believe I wouldn’t want to take him anywhere else. I needed him to fall for another girl who would make him happy so I could stop falling for him thinking that I could make his life better.

At the end, I just wanted his happiness.