A year. We talked every every day for a year. You asked me to go visit you when I was going to Europe. It was so out of the way, but I did.

And when you met me, if you didn't really like me, you should've just said so. You didn't need to promise me that we'd go on vacation again. You didn't need to promise me you'd never get tired of me.

I'm not stupid. I know good things don't always last. And that's fine. I just wanted to know if you were going to leave.

Because I was there. I was there when you wanted to talk to someone, i was there when you were lonely, I was there when you needed to vent. I was always there when you needed someone.

I gave you space when you wanted it. I waited for you to come to me. I listened to you vent, let you tell me things only when you were comfortable.

So maybe now, you found someone else to fill your time. And you didn't need me anymore. And it just fucking sucks you didn't respect me enough to just tell me.

I was so worried if something happened to you. But 1 month is too long to wait around for someone who wouldn't even give a second thought about me.

I don't know how easy it was for you to just ghost me. Without even saying goodbye, and squaring things off with me. That was all I asked of you, to tell me if you did want to anymore.

Did I not even deserve that? Was that too much to ask? Did nothing I did for you even matter? Was I so easy to throw away?