Somebody Owns You

And I never want to go through that again.
His silence was more than enough-enough for me to start piecing things together on my own, to try and mend the parts of me that broke. It hurt too much. And the truth is, no one else could fix me but myself. If I kept hanging all the reasons out in the air, hoping the wind would blow them back to me with answers, I'd never move forward.
I was just fooling myself into believing there was still a chance for "us,"
even when there never really was.