You lost her. And now she lights up the night-time sky for her new lover before he recognised her as the moon. And you envy him. She could've been your moon, but you were too busy chasing dimly lit stars.
She never "remembered" all the little things i did. It was always, in her eyes, how "horrible" i was. I was never good enough. Everything i did was to "betray" her. Guess what? I've found the courage to let you go. I finally love myself enough.