Rain poured from the sky, covering everything and everyone in an almost unnatural haze of gray. She was late, but that's okay, I'll always wait for her. She has something of value to me, something you were quick to push away. Where could I have gone wrong with you? What could I have possibly done...There's no point in looking for answers anymore. Just as quickly as she appeared, you were gone or were you ever really there?
The way you make her feel just isn't right. The way you've made me feel isn't either. The difference here is that I am separated by miles and distant memories, she's faced with you every day. One day you'll learn you can't walk all over her, one day you'll learn what you gave away. Then it will be too late, that ship will have sailed away from your dimly lit lighthouse...