You taught me what this feels like. And then how it feels to lose it. And you showed me who I wanted to be. And then who I wasn’t. And you ticked every box. And then drew a line. And you weren’t mine to begin with. And then not to end with. And you looked like everything I wanted. And then became something I hated. And you let me leave. And then wish I’d stayed. And you almost killed me. But I didn’t die.