They say that if you really want something, then you'll work really hard to get it. I worked really hard for you. Waiting on your day and night, making sure that you were okay all the time, and doing things that I didn't want to do. I look back to myself and I really want to hug me. I want to give her all the attention that she was craving from you. I don't hate you. I've never hated you. I hated what happened to us and how you gave up so easily. And now all I can do is just move on.