It's a dark place I'm in.

Because I loved you and left you too early. I left you for another boy who left me. 

Then I got my shit together. Became a better person.

You started resurfacing. Now and again, it'd be just like it was. Like I was still yours, and you were still mine. 

Then you'd leave again.

I couldn't reconcile the world where we weren't together and the moments where we were. I spent a month trying to find middle ground. 

So I waited. I waited for you to fight for us.

I waited for you to come back and get me.

I waited for you to show me that this time would be different.

But you didn't.

And I waited.

Still you didn't.

And I waited.

You didn't.

I pleaded, even.

Nothing.

I left cause you took me for granted. I left cause I was crying every week. I left cause I couldn't remember the moments where we were truly happy anymore. I left cause you grew cruel. I left cause you grew cold. While I pushed on. I fought for us. Over and over again, I fought. 

Your turn.

You didn't.

You say, not now. I don't want to wait anymore. What will it take to make you see that you've lost me? 

It doesn't matter anymore. I'm done with the fight. I've said this a million times. But damn, I'm so tired. I'm so tired of hurting you. I'm so tired of being hurt. We're entitled to nothing from each other, right? 

We broke up.

It'll be over soon.

This hurt comes first.

The mourning, reminiscing, and regret.

Acceptance comes next.

Acceptance, come faster?