I still remember when I found out you liked another girl.

I was furious,

I was angry,

I was jealous,

I cried.

I liked you to the point where I became possessive. It was something that had never, ever happened to me before. Only with you. The thought of you with another girl was terrifying to me. I wanted you. Only you. I remember when I had a dream of you falling for another girl. This girl had so much more in common with you. In the dream, it took me a little to get used to, but once I realized how much you two related to each other, I was happy. This was the girl from the dream. You told me she shared the same music taste with you, she was smart, she was cool. How you cared for her. I genuinely felt happy for you. She was better for you than I was. No matter how much I wanted you, it wouldn't be good for either of us. The two of you seemed almost perfect with the natal chart you showed me. I loved that for you. I still care for you the same. I'm finally content knowing that you found her. ?