I am gradually coming into terms that I will never be good enough or as great as the love you once had, and it's okay. As long as you get better, I am going to do all I can to help and make whatever differences that I can make. Once you can stand on your own, you won't need me anymore, and I shall willingly resign myself, so you can have a better life and find someone who can make you truly happy.
I'd be lying if I said that I didn't want you, because I do, but you already knew that.
And it's okay.
