I
think back to our last conversation all the time. We talked
about a lot, but I believe that what was most important was
left unsaid. It was like a silent understanding. This was it. I
knew that it was the last time we would speak to eachother in
that way. It was the last time we'd talk to eachother about
love. I said I had to go, but we didn't say goodbye. I
never planned on saying it. In fact, I never wanted to. The
last thing you said to me was about how wrong everything had
went between us, and you were absolutely right. Things went
wrong, and we were both to tired to try to make them right. I
was done fighting. The last few months with you were filled
with fights, assumptions, accusations, empty promises, and
impulsive desicions. I have no doubt in my mind that I loved
you through it all, but all the stopping and starting again
took its toll to my heart. I was exhausted and weak. In the
end, we were both desperate for a solution. We both wanted it
to be perfect, like how it was in the beginning, but that was
gone. There was nothing left but pain for us, but niether
one wanted to be the first to leave. So I left. I left without
an explanation and chose not to say goodbye. I think it's
the best that way though. I just didn't want to hurt
you anymore than I already had. Just know that I
don't regret you. Every painful moment, every song, every
stupid text, every text, and every I love you, I
don't regret any of that. However, the fact
that I've been the reason behund your tears is
something that im not sure I'll be able to live
with.
I never mean't to
hurt you.
