Break ups are hard but they’re even harder when neither of us were the reason for it
Last year, when everything became too much – the stress, the studying, the separation, I gave myself a moment
I called you and cried my eyes out and wondered if this degree I had been forced into was worth everything I lost and if it all be worth it one day
You let me cry, you let me grieve, you let me have my moment
But then you told me to fight to pursue my destiny, to not let you or anything else get in the way of who I am meant to be
You said that one day I would soar and do wonders for the world and you were not going to get in the way of something as important as that 
I know that the life I have to live and the life I wish to give you belong to separate universes and yet to this day, 2 years after we broke up, sometimes I catch myself thinking of how my life would have turned out differently
Two years later and I still wish for the same thing I’ve wished for since the day I met you
Every new year’s, every birthday I blow out the candles, every time I see a shooting star, I wish for you to be happy even though it took me this long to accept I no longer play a part in it.