There aren't many people, I expect never to say goodbye to. In fact, there have only ever been 2.
One of them was you.
I guess, I didn't really say goodbye in the actual words, but we both know there was no other outcome.
Especially when you didn't even try to deny, my accusations. You just said nothing.
I can't even form words for how much that is fucking hurting me.
The silence.
I thought once I realized what was happening, I would feel relief. But I haven't felt a drop of relief. I'm stuck in this painful place realizing that it's all just over.
I'm stuck wondering had I woken up when you called, what you would have sounded like, what you would have said. Wondering if it would just make this hurt more.
So many questions. No answers and a letter you will never read.
And yet, I still fucking love you.
I can still hear the words babygirl come out of your mouth and I miss every damn syllable.
I don't know if I will ever be able to trust myself anymore. Or anyone new.
I don't know that I want to honestly.