1090.) You taught me what this feels like, and then how it feels to lose it. You showed me who I wanted to be, and then who I wasn’t. You marked every box, and then drew a line. You weren’t mine to begin with, and then not to end with. You looked like everything I wanted, and then became something I hated. You get thought of everyday, but not always in a good way. You let me leave, and then wish I’d stayed. And you almost killed me, but I didn’t die.