I have to cover my eyes.

All in one.
You liked to play pretend.
Got caught up in drama and feelings that weren't yours or real.
And I feel bad for you now because I've since been in your shoes.
Because now I understand.

There is one difference.

You will always be right there.
Waiting, wishing, watching, worrying.
Always.
One word, that's all it would take for one year.
Three words for a lifetime.
You let go first.
You held on the longest.
Your fault. My fault.