Oh, but what made me sad was something so silly.
Her.
It had to be her. Or maybe that’s just where I’m destined to ache.
She had everything I didn’t. Your loyalty (I say that for dramatic effect because, let’s be real, you eventually cheated on her too). Your love. Your commitment. The life you built. The one I had once hoped you’d build with me.
She had everything I never did with you, and everything I never would.
I guess that’s why the single teardrop fell. It wasn’t just for what I lost. It was for everything I never got to have with you, and everything she did.
And I know I shouldn’t let it make me feel like I wasn’t enough. Believe me, I know that isn’t true. But God, there’s a nerve somewhere in my heart that still pinches whenever I think about it.
Why couldn’t it have been me?
But what can I say? Crying in a Benz is still better than crying alone in my room, where, back then, everything felt like utter doom.
She Was Sea 