I chose to believe that you were right and I was saving you from hell. Giving all that you need and desired to feel better. Everything stopped making sense and all I could do was give. Even when things were cast in stone and you will never be mine, I created a space for you to come back. Maybe the idea of holding onto this last line of connection could justify that you need me still. Maybe when I have read enough of your lies and pain could I tell myself that this is enough. You are not allowed nor entitled to move on before I do.