At least, I thought I was.
But when I saw him with another, it didn't hurt, not one bit. Not until I thought of you.
I ignored him the rest of the trip. Or maybe he ignored me, I can't remember. During the trip, I lost all cares, I let go of all my worries, and I just thought of myself. I was selfish.
I ignored your calls, I didn't want to think of you.
But when I arrived that night, with only the stars and moon lighting up the lonely sky, and saw you, I cried.
I don't know if it was built up emotions that needed to be released or because I missed you. But I'm glad you didn't yell at me, like you wanted. You just held me as I cried, talking in a soothing voice. And I let you.
I shouldn't have let you, it just let hope creep into my already broken heart.
But I did let you, and I fell deeper into your dark, mysterious ocean.

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