What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you?

You sit and you hope that all your actions to date,
that everything you've done in their presence thus far,
carries enough lasting weight to have them think of you,
and remember you, and miss you when you're not around.

But life is not always so kind.
And this is a far cry from my story.

And so I wish for patience and grace
and the strength to just let him be happy.
And mostly I pray for the strength
to not make his life worse cause of what I want.
That's the toughest part, letting go .. ya know?
That's the part of grace that really sucks.