Walk on through the rain.

I was once a broken toy, collecting dust on the shelf, assured myself that I'll forever be plagued with trust issues. I was a wreck, doubtlessly believed that I could never be truly happy in the relationship department. But hey, I was nothing a certain Joe Jr. can't mend back together.

This man taught me that honesty really is the best policy. Three years together and he showed me just how much he knows I'm worth. That, boys and girls, will forever be a winner. We were like the perfect crime-fighting partners, drawing chalk lines all over the city, cleaning the streets off villains. For every second I felt ugly throughout my previous relationship, he made me feel effortlessly pretty. He taught me to appreciate myself, my every quirks and flaws, something a certain douchebag never did. Everything was well worth it.

But as much as you wish you're not ever going to age a year older, life comes barging through your door, baring serious life decisions in front of you.

It was inevitable.

It sucks.

Everything happens for a reason, yes. God loaned me you after I wasted six years of my life on something so idiotic, I can never comprehend why I did what I did. And because of that, we emerged out of this one as better versions of ourselves. It's all for the good of the team. The sons (daughters, in your case) of bitches that are going to be with us next would only have us to thank! (Kidding?)

I'd like to believe we'll remain the best of friends after this like we promised. Who else will I break up with and can still have a laugh while tears are still coursing down our faces?

And so the curtain closes down on us... like the end of a heart-wrenching Season Finale of your favourite TV show.

"You know I'm still going to support Liverpool after this, right?

"You better. Man U, eww~"

"Haha. Chelsea, Chel-shit~"

Inside joke.

Always,

Starbright :')