I didn't matter at all, did I? No matter what I did, I didn't matter.

All the times I stayed up waiting for you, or the times I woke up early just to catch you before you slept.

All the times I stayed to talk because you needed someone to talk to. Even if you weren't there when I did.

That time I flew all the way just to see you because you asked me to.

I missed you. And I told you I was scared I'd never see you again.

And all i asked was you just tell me. Tell me if something was wrong, if you're tired of me, if you were going to leave.

But nothing. None of that mattered. Because I just wasn't worth it. I wasn't even worth a goodbye.

But I waited. I waited for a month. And you didn't care. You forgot about me just like that. Not even thay you knew how scared I would be.

And so I stopped. I stopped reaching out. Did you even notice? No, you couldn't care less about me.

You should've just told me then. You didn't need to say we'd figure it out. If you never intended to work it out.

Three months now. And I still didn't matter enough for you to look for me.