You left. You left like I was some book that trapped you in each page as if you were living through the terrors of the main character, who just wanted to be somebody. But when the book had nothing more to offer, you left.

When you sealed up your last box as if you were leaving nothing but memories behind, is when my chest got this pain. I’ve never felt that kind of pain. The kind that robbed me of a breath that i could’ve used to tell you to not go. But you left.

I ran into you in the city. The lights shined on you like a spotlight. Like it was almost destined to be you and I at that exact moment. I wanted to say hi, but i didn’t know how. The word “Hi” can be so evil. It covers up what needs to be said. I wish I could’ve told you that i was not okay, but my mouth seemed to be sewed shut. So again, you left.

I worked on picking up the pieces. Moving on. But it was so hard to do everyday things without thinking about how they use to include you. I sat alone at my favorite places, but the memories of you were so vivid. It was like you were almost there. But you weren’t.

I am sorry. I love you. I remain alone. I still think about you sometimes, and how it could’ve been you and me against the world. You stole everything from me.

You came crawling back. But i remembered you. For a moment i felt like I was in love again. And it was amazing. I wondered if that’s how you felt at one point in time. So I left.