And then, all of a sudden, right in the middle of our normal conversation, you stopped replying. I know you've done this a lot of times already and I could've chased after you. But wait, I tried, didn't I? At least I did. Yet, something was different in that instant. I felt it. You wanted to stop. And it was all I could do to keep myself from running after you.
I got so used to talking to you that now, I'm finding it hard not to. There's still so much that I wanted to say to you, too many things I wanted to do with you, and so many emotions I wanted to feel for you.
You left me with a sea of maybes and an ocean of what-ifs.
I hope leaving with no goodbye wasn't as easy for you as you made it seem. I hope at least I made it hard for you. But tell me, had you been wanting to do that for a while? I wonder if you've given that decision much thought or you consider it as something that doesn't even need pondering.
Did it ever hurt? I hope it did. I hope at least it did because so far, truth be told, the pain you inflicted, it hit me. Hard. And it still hurts. It's not killing me anymore, it's not keeping me up at night, and it's not making me cry myself to sleep anymore, but it still hurts.
I've got my pride and I promised myself I'd never ask why because I know you somehow and I'm pretty sure you don't have reasons that are valid enough to fill the void that was left in me. But I can't be sure because maybe you've changed and even so, I don't think I can stand hearing the truth.
I thought with time I'd realize it's over.
Up until now, I don't understand what went wrong. What happened? Was I so easy to give up? Was I not worth the risk? I know I swore I won't and I'm sorry because I can't help but ask, why? Why did you leave? Why did you walk away? Why
