It’s not you that I wish to forget. Its what you made me feel. That connection, like some sort of drug; an addiction. I’m not ready to quit, and that makes it that much more difficult. I could barely grasp it, that slightly tangible feeling of hope. Throw me a lifesaver to rescue me from the realization that this is all there is. A lifetime of smooth talkers, manipulators and users. I gave you the easy way out, you just weren’t supposed to take it.
You were supposed to stay.
