When someone you love cuts you off, then drops off the face of the earth, it leaves you with a lot to think about.
Right now, I don’t miss you.
I miss the person I was with you.
This past week I’ve been wondering if I’ve actually been happy since you left. The scary thing is that I don’t know.
I don’t think so.
You really screwed me up, I’m not gonna lie.
I hate how happy you made me.
How does a person live life feeling neutral, when they know there’s more out there?
I had euphoria, and it got taken away.
Your leaving was a hand grenade that you threw at my heart on your way out the door. I’m still picking up the pieces of my life up off the floor.
I don’t blame you for leaving.
I know that sounds insincere, but I truly do mean that.