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I had always believed that you were going to save me. Yep, deep down in the romantic part of my mind, which no one knows I have, I thought you would come rescue me. If someone actually paid enough attention, you would find a broken person. Of course, I never showed my emotions. I was too scared that someone could use them against me and I never wanted that.
I have always prided myself in knowing you to the very depths of your soul. How very wrong I was. You were like a book, which I had read numerous times from front to cover, but then someone had put in a new chapter, changing the whole story. Changing the ending.
It seems that I don't know you anymore. You changed and don't you dare deny it. We hardly talked and when we did, it would turn into an argument over the most minuscule thing. You started to flinch away from my touch, you could hardly bare to look at me. Am I that despicable to you? Does it pain you to look at me? Why?
I can't say I was very surprised when you decided to leave. It wasn't really a matter of if but more like a matter of when. We fell apart.
I fell apart, but I think I had been broken for a very long time.
You blamed the break up on 'wanting different things'. We could have worked with it, we could have compromised, we could have solved our differences, and we could have stayed together. However, you didn't want that. You couldn't handle what we had become. You couldn't handle the rumors. You couldn't handle what you had begun to feel. And so you left, not caring who you hurt.
You left as if all the years and hardships never happened. As if we were never close. As if we had never shared our dreams or our lives.
Leaving- was it your escape from reality? An escape from what was staring you in the face, what haunted you in your dreams? An escape from what we could have been.
A hundred times have I wanted to take your hand and ask you what was going on, ask you why you had changed. I won't deny it, but I want the old you back. The one who always wanted to hold my hand, who hugged me back, the one who loved me.
Pathetic as it sounds, I would forgive you for changing. Forgive you for leaving. As much as I hate you there is a force still loving you with all my heart can give. The beating heart in this chest has your name all over it. I love you and that will never ever change.
And maybe you were someone I had invented myself- a knight in shining amour.