Notes in a Notepad

THREE

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I'm not strong enough.
I'm sorry I can't carry the weight on my shoulders any longer. I have stayed strong for you. For me. For us. For so long.
You left and it broke me into a million pieces. I was numb and shattered. I had never felt that kind of pain for years. And then you came along. You stole my heart like it was yours for the taking. I fell. I fell so deep that I couldn't see the end of the tunnel any longer.
When you left I was stuck at the bottom of the pit from which I fell down. Everyone tried to help but how could they? How could they be of any help when I had nothing left but tears. My eyes were swollen, my gaze blank, my words stale and lost to the empty abyss, my cheeks stained wet with tears that would stream down my cheeks everytime you come to mind.
But then you came back. I was scared. I was happy. I wore a smile on my face that was no longer fake. But I took extreme caution when you wanted me to let you back in. A couple weeks passed and little by little I let you in. I let you hold my heart and I bit down on love. But slowly I noticed a difference. You were always busy, from time to time. Distant. I shut down and only gave you what you wanted when I was at my highest. Then it went from little by little to days without hearing from you. And then I got the text that hinted me you had left again. You didn't want me anymore. And then you said it wasn't you. That you hadn't had your phone for a week because of work.