I wonder how it was for you when you left.

Was it the happiest moment of your life,

was it sad for you or did you even care at all on how I felt?

I remember the day you left. You were mine and I thought that I,

I was yours, but sadly life isn’t a fairytale that I’ve always wanted.

I wouldn’t want to be honest because I’m still afraid that you’ll disappear once more,

leaving me with a deeper, darker and bleeding wound that I wouldn’t be able to heal,

but in this moment, it would be better for me to be honest than to continue,

digging my own grave filled with the pain that you’ve always caused.

It’s hard to believe that I thought you would change and love me the way that I have always loved you.

I always put you first and only realized later that you actually didn’t give a damn about me.

Everything became less meaningful when you left, but soon I realized that you never took me as someone that you loved and cared about.

The sooner I realized that my worth was slowly being decreased by the only person I loved at the time and that was you.

I later finally decided to take my heart and leave even when I feared actually losing you,

but thank you because I learned to value myself and show passion in everything I do.

When you left