I don't mean to sound ungrateful but I wish I had never met you. Or at least, I wish I hadn't met you that second time. A shadow of your former shadow and still I fell in love with you, all over again.
For a long time I feared that maybe you never loved me at all, not even the first time. Until one day I understood that you could never love anyone as much as you loved the stories that you told yourself about all the places you were going to go and all the things that you were going to do
about how you were finally going to escape
Only then could I begin to forget. And I forgot how much I loved you I forgot how much I missed you I even forgot how much I hated you
Just like you forgot about all the places you were going to go and all the things you were going to do and the plans for your big escape