"Could you just stop thinking that he would have made you happier?
You know that he wouldn't, he couldn't. Besides, you can never measure happiness and you know that, too. You're a smart girl, aren't you?
He wouldn't have made you happier. He would just make you happy in a different way.
And what about Love? Aww, love. Codswallop! Neither love, nor happiness could ever be measured.
And you just shouldn't compare the way you are loved by each person. Because it so happens that we are all made to feel and love differently.
How do you see Love? What are your expectations? Who's the one you'd perfectly fall for? In other words, what do you need to live in order to say that you once lived and loved someone? Is it something specific? Can you write it down? Can you draw it? Whisper it? Can you imagine it or even have a dream of it?"
Oh, can't you just put a full stop? You, little devil. Stop analysing everything around you. Things have taken their way. Everything has been sorted out, finally. So, please stop thinking. Stop asking me questions. You're not going to get any answers. The silly girl you knew has been and gone. It's high time she changed.
Now she's capable enough to lead a happy life, without you. It's always been you, keeping her busy. Blurring her sight, driving her mad. Enough. Now she's living with a heart, she doesn't need you anymore.