The hardest part is knowing that someone else might give you the happiness I couldn't. I wonder what it'll be like, seeing you with someone else. I tell myself that it'll be okay, that as long as you're happy, that's all that matters. But I know it's going to sting every time I see you smile with them, hear you laugh at something I'll never be a part of. I'd rather feel that pain, though, than never see you again. Because losing you completely? That's the kind of emptiness I'm not ready to face. At least this way, I still get to see you, and for now, that's enough. I'd rather see you happy with someone else than never see you again, Dale.