One day, you just left. You walked out of my life just as easily as you had walked into it. There were no text messages, no phone calls, no explanations. It was all over, just like that. You had nothing to say for it, nothing to say to me. Nothing. I was left with nothing.

I spent months blaming myself, trying to make sense of it all. Was it me? Were you just not ready? I could ask myself a million and one questions, but no matter what you weren't coming back to give me the answers.

Sometimes we would talk, a few months would go by and I wouldn't hear from you again. It became a habit, one we so easily fell into. I wasn't afraid of you leaving anymore because I was conditioned to believe you would every time. Then, one time, things were different.

You came back. You were back and I had moved on. Like, really moved on.

I met a boy who I think was falling in love with me. He met my parents, respected my friends, he was everything you weren't. It never felt forced, it was the opposite. With him it was easy - no games, no lies, no waiting around, no questions. I knew everything there was to know about him. I always knew what he was thinking, how he felt and what he wanted. I never knew any of that with you. I thought that he was good enough to be the one because I was still trying to convince myself that the one was never going to be you.

I still answered your text messages though and would call you when I was too intoxicated. I tried to hide it from him, I thought I should feel guilty about it all but the truth is I never did. I didn't feel bad because I knew he was so much better than you in every possible way. That statement made me realize that I was finally over you.

It took you coming back for me to realize that I was over you. You came back and I was over you.