I guess my letter and our talk, our time, our months, our intimacy meant NOTHING to him.
Not a peep out of him since Thursday. Do I bother reaching out? Or just let it be. I’m sure he’s been busy saying goodbye to people, packing, the baby. But seriously. NOT ONE WORD.
Have you even thought about me at all? I haven’t been sleeping, I wake up at 2 or 3 in the morning, I lay there thinking about you, wondering what I did wrong. Where I could have made things better. But fuck that, I gave you my all. I gave you everything. If you can’t see what you’re missing out. Then good riddance.
I hate this feeling but I will be stronger, I will grow. I will.