Two years, it took me to realize
that what we had meant nothing.
It was two people exchanging their lies
hoping to create their own love story.
Seven hundred and thirty days,
it took me to realize that the lost love I was pining for
was two lonely teenagers exchanging love letters
through programming code.
My oblivious mind has found the truth;
that my greatest accomplishment shouldn't be
finding a love like you,
but finding the true me.
So raise your glass!
Let's make one last toast!
To me, because I'm finally letting you go
like you did, seven hundred and thirty days ago.