He always loved to leave her, maybe because in the back of his mind he wasn't good enough for her, maybe because for some unknown reason she would always take him back, no matter what. He could leave a million and one times, she would always let him back in. no matter how many times he leaves, how many times he doesn't even come home at all, she will always love him. She needs him in her life, he breaks her so many times, but somehow he puts her back together every time. Somehow without him her life just doesn't make sense, maybe she doesn't want it to. With him she is real, she has experienced heartache and loving a man with all her soul. He slips out from under the covers while he thinks she is sleeping, she lets the tears fall once she hears the door click shut. He loves to leave her, she loves to love him.
She's left alone now, just the ticking of the clock on the wall to keep her company. She wonders what he's doing now, if he's happy. But she knows he is, he didn't give up anything, except her and now she's wondering now if she ever meant that much to him. She would say no, with how many times he has come home drunk, how many times he has smelt like cheap women's perfume. He doesn't care about her, at least not anymore. They weren't always like this, they were happy once, when the only things she would yell at him for was for having his feet on the coffee table, or for leaving his clothes on the bathroom floor. Things that if she had known what was going to happen in the future, she never would have nagged about in the first place. Maybe if she had known, she wouldn't have gotten involved with him in the first place, but then she never would have experienced love. Because he was it for her, no second loves in her life, they don't deserve it and neither does she. She wouldn't give back the time they had, or the love they had for each other for the world. She's left alone, wondering what she will do now that he's gone.