I was wrong, I am sorry. I looked for someone who could help me escape people, give me affection and give me love with you, but I guess truly, we never would’ve worked out. we weren’t the constellation I thought we were, the affection clouded my vision, it made me see rainbows and sunshine when there was only smoke and broken promises. you were but a fading star in my galaxy that was ever improving, but it got caught up on you and stopped advances. I’m sorry I couldn’t improve your galaxy, I’m sorry I’m a living star to your galaxy while you’re a dead star, long finished, in mine