You found another, and I’m really happy for you. You laugh more now, and that’s a joyous sight. You’re more cheerful and happy, that’s a great start to move away from all the things that were depressing you. But it’s just saddening to see that you have to give up on me because you found another, and I thought I was the one. You laugh more now, because I wasn’t good enough. You’re more cheerful and happy, because I became the substitute instead of the real deal. And all I can do is move a step back, and love you till the very end.