i remember how distant you were. you tried to avoid me, read my texts and didnt answer, looked at me then looked away. to a point, i knew. i knew you didnt feel what i felt for you. i knew you were about to leave me. for a week i knew you didnt want to be with me and i prayed the text would never come, but it did.
you told me you didnt love me anymore. you told me it just wasnt the same anymore, that you needed something new, something more. god, ive never been in as much pain as i was that night. i believe it would have been worse if i would have been completely oblivious of your actions the week before. but when that night came, it was too much.
i remember going to sleep, hoping i didnt wake up that time. waking up in the morning almost brought me to tears because i knew i would see you that day. seeing you happy, the complete opposite of what i was.
i remember sitting at the end of my bed, blade in one hand, phone in the other. debating whether i should call you or just take a turn for the worst. your number would repeat inside my head constantly. but i wouldnt make the call. hurting myself until i got the point across that i wasnt good enough for you.
i remember the day i called you. i called you, and you answered. "hello?" "hello?" you didnt know who i was. you deleted my number. my number didnt repeat in your head like yours did in mine.
i remember when i texted you, "please come back to me." and the only thing you responded back was, "im happy now."
