He left me without a word, or a letter, or just a simple goodbye...
I was broken, I hated him, for everything.
He comes back years later.
That's when I ask him, "...why?..."
And he couldn't give me an answer.
It's a struggle to love someone who will probably never love you back.
[[So I am discontinuing this because I no longer have insp. for this, but I am keeping it up because it was one of the longest stories I have actually written, lol. And I actually liked the plot I had for it, I just couldn't keep going on with how it was written.]]