Maybe, just maybe, it was always suppose to be like this. Maybe you were meant to come into my life, show me lover—hurt me—then leave abruptly. Maybe having someone who seemed to actually need me in their life was just too good to be true, too good to be permanent. My thoughts turned to, "Oh! If I give up now, someone's life might be effected if I go through with it!" As I sit here, in the dead of night, I laugh at that childish antic that I even had the audacity to think. Silly me. I wonder what you're doing, at this very moment. It's late there, where you are, so you're probably sleeping comfortably in your bed. I bet I haven't even crossed your mind, I bet you don't even realize that what you said-it hurt me; it killed me from the inside out. Maybe you just don't care anymore, or maybe, you just never cared and I was too blind to see that. Silly me.
But that doesn't matter, does it?
It never did matter, and it never will matter; that's something I'm slowly starting to realize.