Not stop losing me.
Stop losing to me.
Even if it means losing me, right?
Because you freed yourself. FINALLY! Good for you! Seriously. They're happy for you, I'm sure. Especially since back about half a year ago they were all scratching their heads wondering while the hell are you with some dictating bitch of a 'queen'.
You're right. I was wrong. So wrong. You're not clingy. It's just that you were miserable with me. I was the root of your problems. You must be relieved to have rid of me.
Yes. I admit. It hurts. That you left.
But I hope you're happy.