It would be nice if I could believe that you mourned the loss of what we had the way that I do.
But the truth is, I don't.
I believe that you walked away so you could get me as far away from you as possible. I believe you did it thinking that would solve all of your problems.
The Universe has been reminding me of the horrors of our end over and over again. The pain feels like you walked out yesterday.
Maybe it's time I let that go.