You.
You were not the first.
You were after the one that hurt the most.
I thought you would help.
I thought we could help each other.
At first, things were good.
Then we slowly stopped talking.
And that, that wasn't your fau;t.
I was scared as hell of everything that was happening.
I was scared that since everyone else thought I had to be okay you would think I had to be too.
And since I wasn't, I thought you hated me.
But, I didn't know this at the time, you didn't.
And so I started to push you away.
I completely pushed you away.
I'm sorry.
I was trying to be okay.
I texted you.
We talked.
I said that I was sorry.
So fucking sorry.
You didn't hate me then.
But you definetly hate me now.
I'm the one that left.
NOt on purpose of course.
But I left.
And so you said goodbye.