He called her a chandelier. She never understood that until now.
"Do you know why i called you a chandelier?" he asked her.
She gave him a dumb look and replied "No."
"Because i'm like your ceiling, i would hold you whenever you were down. You were the light to my room but as time went on you did exactly what a chandelier does. Shine by itself and forget that there is a ceiling holding it. The only problem is, if you was to take that ceiling from over it off, it would fall and shatter. And right now, you are falling."
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