Where did we go wrong?

I was thinking about me. How you’ve changed my way of viewing things. I was thinking about us. How we both let each other go. I was thinking about you. About how much you’ve changed the last couple of months.

In the end, it was all about you.

I’ve come to realize you were never as good to me as I thought you were. I always thought we were going to last for at least a few more years. I never thought it would be forever, honoustly. But I never thought it would end like this either.

I never wanted to think about it, ‘cause it brought tears to my eyes, and took away the air out of my lungs. You were the one who kept me going, every single day. You made me laugh, you gave me the assurance I needed.

And then our world crashed. Onto the ground, into a million little, broken pieces. I can tell you right now, that it broke my heart, and that I cried myself to sleep for days. But that’s something you’ve never known. You never will, because I’m not planning on talking to you again.

I’m done. It’s over. We’re through.

And right now, I don’t even miss you. I just wonder where we went wrong, for it to end like this. I don’t regret caring about you. I only regret being so vulnerable around you. You could do whatever you wanted to me.

And you did.