Quality Versus Quantity

And I cried every tear and felt every pain. I envied the lucky bitch. I wrote sad words. I went to the places we used to go. I sang all the songs we used to know. I blamed myself. I wished things did not go wrong. I weeped over broken promises. I yearned for you to just go back home.

Now that I have you again, I never felt that it was a Pyrrhic victory. No amount of heartache could ever change my mind on loving you. No pain can ever amount to the bliss I feel whenever I'm with you. No feeling could ever be better than what I feel for you.