A biography for Elisabeth Van den Abeelehasn’t been written yet.
“One day you’re going to see her holding hands with someone who took your chance. She won’t even notice you because she’s too busy laughing with the stupid jokes he makes. And it will burn your heart seeing that beautiful smile on her face and realizing that you’re not the reason anymore. And then it will hit you: it was her, it was always her.”
“The thing isI loved you so muchand I would have done everything for youAnd it keeps me up on nights like thiswhere the moon shines brighter thanthe sun’s glare in the morning skythat you’re not here with meAnd the thing isI loved you so muchmore than you deservedand it wasn’t enoughI wasn’t enough.”
“And I think missing you hurts the most when something funny happens. Because in that one moment I find myself laughing, and within the next second I want to tell or text you what happened. And then it hits me again, every single time, that you aren’t there anymore. That I lost that one thing that mattered to me.”