Five years ago, you were just a regular guy who noticed me working as a waitress in a crowded cocktail bar. You took me out of that place, gave me a new life, and introduced me to a world I never thought I’d see. I used to be so grateful, and for a long time, I really loved you.
But things changed. You started acting like you built me, like I belong to you. Now, you keep telling me that you can just turn me back into nothing, warning me that I’ll regret it if I walk out.
But I’m not that scared waitress anymore. I’ve grown up, I know my own mind, and I can stand on my own two feet. I don’t want to hurt you, but my mind is made up. It’s time for me to live my own life, even if that means leaving you behind.
