There is someone out there that I will meet someday that will treat me better than you, love me better than you, and listen better than you. I won’t find him fighting with you. I won’t find him stuck at my house on a Saturday night waiting for you to text me, hoping you’re not out doing the things I’ve begged you not to do. I won’t find him next to me hanging off of the final strings of our relationship. But I will find him at the bottom, waiting to catch me when I let go.