I was there, and I saw him. I saw how he tried to pick up the pieces of his heart that the girl had broken. I saw how he smiled and laughed it off, as if it was nothing, as if she didn't hurt him. He even assured her that everything was okay, that she may leave because her happiness was at the top of his priority list.
I was there, and I saw him. I saw how his writings changed from mushy things into tragedies, a love that didn't last. I saw how he stopped believing that he was capable of loving and being loved in return. He was so caught up in the pain he was feeling that he did not realize that I was there, that we were there for him. It's scary how we joke around with love, not understanding the power it has to turn a world upside down.
I was there, and I saw him.
So tell me, how can I look at her when everyone knows what happened and she did nothing to stop it? Heaven knows how much we would trade something for you to come back.
I would. I'd do anything.