i say, "maybe he got bored, maybe i wasn't enough."
truth is, he left without a word.
i remember so vividly.
"if i'm being honest, i dont think we work," he told me with an absolute straight face.
emotionless.
it almost scared me.
how happy we were to how easily he left me.
were we ever happy? was it all just something i imagined? was it just something he did for fun? make me fall in love and leave me speechless and leave the only love i've ever had?
i hate that.
i hate him, but at the same time; i couldn't love anyone else.
and that scares me.
scares me more than anything else anyone has ever done to me.
i would do anything to have him in my arms, to hold him tighter than i ever have before, because if i had known that he was leaving; i would have held you tighter, loved you harder.
to tell him that he means the world to me, and without my world; it feels like i'm suffocating, drowning almost.
to tell him how sorry i am for that fight we had his last day in this neighborbood to which he moved ten hours away from me.
to ask him to dance in my garage to ed sheeren, where i felt so in love and you had finally opened up.
in a flash, he was gone.
and i lost everything.
