You can’t help but blame yourself because there must have been something that you did wrong.
To the ones don’t speak in exclamation marks, but whose question marks make you re-evaluate all that you know.
You’ll remember every unanswered call, every doubt he put in your mind. You’ll remember a time when your mood didn’t depend on a stupid text message that read “hi”.
Deep down I knew I had become the cause of your pain, the destruction of everything you once knew. But I couldn’t muster the courage to face you, not after all that I had put you through.
I hate that I have to feel bad for wanting to leave , even though you give me no reason to stay.
You were there for him no matter what. But you know who else you were there for? Yourself. Because when he left you hanging, you pulled yourself up.