"You left." He says.

It's true,

I did.

He said he didn't want anyone else, he knew he only wanted me.

And I thought at the time, he couldn't really know that.

That he deserved to find out for himself too.

So I left,

I moved across the country.

"It was the right thing to do."

And I know that's not what I should say.

But I'm drunk.

So that's what comes out.

"I can't do this again." He mutters.

And he walks out of the door.

And I know that it's down to me to fix this, fix us.