"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.
