Final.

I keep telling myself that you are not as good as I think you were..
because a person who is nice to me, but rude to the waiter, is not a nice person..
I know I will never find another you,
and I don't know what's going on with you,
but one thing I know that happiness couldn’t be easily achieved..
and you let it go easily, you let me go..
then all I can say is goodbye big guy.