I'll take the memories, the heartbreak and even the love.
You can go be happy.
I'll take the misery, the loss and I'll find lots of distrust.
Please, be happy.
If you're happy, then the one I love is fine.
And that's what love is: When someone's happiness is so much more important than your own that your own that yours depends on it for existence.
Laurette Nichole
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-each-his-own-5/
