Why haven't I confronted him? Told him how much he meant to me? How much he shouldn't let me go?
Simple. I'm not worth that much and I know it. Why put salt on an open wound?
But, for some absurd reason, courage and anger gathered in me and I stormed my way towards him.
"Why did you leave me?"
I demanded an answer, but somehow I don't know if I want to hear it.
It doesn't matter. He just turned his back and walked away, the warmth in his eyes gone. I hate this. I hate him.
I hate myself for still loving him anyway.
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