You can’t be happy before I am. You can’t find someone who you really care about and be with her until I’ve found someone who is better than you. That person needs to be with me and make you wish you had never let me get away before you can even think of being with someone new. I thought that was the unspoken agreement when I told you I was done. I thought it was clear that you owed me at least that courtesy. It’s only fair that you feel terrible for a little while and then, once I’ve forgotten about you completely, you can find someone. Until then you’re not allowed to be happier than I am.
