I used to think you would come back. I believed in your promises. I used to sit by my window every night and wait for you. I was a fool.
I think I knew in the back of my mind that you would never come back. Deep down...
I fought so hard to suppress that feeling. To make it go away. I kept thinking after everything surely you would come back for me, and I really believed it. I wanted it to be true, but nothing ever works out to be perfect...
I guess now I am numb to any feeling, even after all this time. It doesn't matter any more, I am living my life how I wanted it. Normally. I don't need him.