I just want to tell her that she will miss me. She will never be able to replace what I have done for her or how I made her feel.
I know this because I feel the same way. We made each other feel so much, after years of nothing, that the high will hardly ever be replicated.
She will miss me, and I will hate her for giving up on our dream. She will seek me in other people, I won’t seek her in anyone. Because I know she’s irreplaceable, but also because I don’t hope to ever replace her. She will try, she will miss me.