By Simran Seera
(Following the end of season 3 of You)
And as I walked away from the house of flames, our suburban dreams igniting alongside it, I couldn’t help but feel empty without you.
It wasn’t your fault, Love. You loved me. You loved Henry. We loved Henry. We did what we had to do for our son. We weren’t conventional, but what family is? Even Daisy and Gatsby’s story was tainted. Ill-fated. Running red with blood. We were the same. But I’m sorry, Love. You went too far. You loved too much; I am better off without you.