she was Bertha Mason but I was never Jane Eyre

The best thing I ever did for myself was finally believe that I deserve someone great. 

I wish I could go back to twenty-two and wrap myself in you, 
tell myself "it's okay,
his shadow isn't going anywhere any time soon,
but it'll be drowned by light before long". 

Truthfully, his heart was always split in two anyways.  
I was sharing him with someone…