This is your fault. You made me fall in love with you, made me need you to breathe, made me feel safe and loved and needed, and then you left me. We had plans. You always talked about the future, about us. You pulled the rug from under me. You threw me away like I was nothing to you and didn’t say anything—not just when you left, but for two fucking years. You couldn’t pick up the phone to tell me what I did wrong to make you leave me.” My heart was aching.
