My memory loves you. I remember the way you used to cherish me, the way your eyes lit up when you saw me. The way my heart sang when our hands and lips met. My heart, it will never be the same. I loved you
Always take the high road. You may be stepped on, crushed, and even heart broken, but at least you can look at yourself in the mirror everyday and say I did the right thing, and I'm not going to hate myself for it.