We never really said goodbye. We never really said it's over. You just left me without saying a word.
It hurts looking back at the first few nights when I cried myself to sleep then waking up an hour after to text you because I miss you.
That night when I asked you to talk to me and you said you didn't want to, I felt like "Don't I deserve closure? Don't I deserve an explanation?"
Since that night, I would go outside of your house and hoped that maybe, just maybe you would crave for ice cream and go out. Then I'd see a familiar car parked outside of your house and you'd finally talk to me. But it never happened. Eventually I got tired of waiting there. I got tired of waiting for you.
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Published on December 23, 2015 16:00