"One day you're going to call me just because we haven't talked in so long you've forgotten what my laugh sounds like, but I won't answer. One day you're going to text me explaining that you realize now you messed up by putting me to the side and always expecting me to be there just waiting and telling me how much you miss me, but I won't reply. One day you're going to pass me maybe at the supermarket or maybe walking down the street and you'll stop me to tell me how good I look and you'll ask me how I've been. You'll tell me how much you've thought about me since the last time we ever spoke. You'll ask me why I never talked to you again. And I'll simply say, "all those times I was there, waiting for you. Listening to you talk about other lovers. Listening to you talk about how happy you were with life, but when you were sad you would never tell me why. I was just tired. Tired of always being there when you seemed to not care if I was there or not, tired of trying to get you to be as interested in me as I was you, and tired of trying to get you to open up to me just a little. I wanted you so damn bad. It's not my fault your feelings came in too late. It's not my fault you wanted me when I was done wanting you. I'm sorry you didn't love me when I loved you."
