I was on a ride. A beautiful ride full of new exciting places and people.
My ride was just beginning when I met you. You were wonderful and great and so I pulled you onto my ride & you pulled me onto yours.
We kept spinning. Day after day. Even when the ride got bumpy we kept on.
But then one day you got sick of my ride. I still believed you were the best and I wanted you along for the rest of the journey but you had new adventures to seek.
So I let you go, you stepped off. However I skipped one step of the process. I never stepped off, I held on tighter than ever.
So that eventually I was hurt. I was bruised. And I was tired.
We were on this ride, you escaped without a cut, but I am laying in a hospital bed begging for life.