I know you love him.
I know you love him, and i know that i am hurting you because it's the masochist he wants. I know seeing me with him breaks your heart into fragments-- knowing that he used to look at you that way he looks at me. I know you are longing for him once more, longing for him to come back, to love you, again.
I am sorry you need to feel the cold breeze everytime you see the two of us. I am sorry for trying to fix you when i couldn't even fix myself.
Believe me, i have tried to convince him to love you, because i know that you are much more deserving to be loved than i am.
I am sorry i cannot do anything anymore, i am sorry i am still hurting you.