You asked me why I gave up on you. You asked why we drifted apart, why I stopped trying so hard to talk to you. You looked at me like it was my fault for leaving, like I had abandoned you in your time of need.
But I did try. I tried so hard to hold on but you just didn’t care. You were busy with the other things in your life; your other conquests.. And I was simply the broken toy you’d remember every so often when you needed comforting.
I had never felt so used. And that’s why I left. It hurt to leave, but now I see it clearly - you don’t miss me, you just miss having someone to complain to, someone who loved you unconditionally until it became too much to bear.