“How could you just forget about me?” He said
“I kept telling myself you didn’t care and that you weren’t going to come back for me.”
“But that’s not true, I’m here now.” He said with a hint of desperation in his voice.
“Yes, you are. But as the months passed one by one, I never heard from you–not by phone, text, email, or even a letter.”
“I figured if one of my feelings of doubt was interrupted by your interference then you must love me, you must want me. But you never interfered so I chose to let you go the only way I knew how. I chose to believe that you once cared but I wasn’t enough for you to chase beyond your convenience.”
His eyes widened, and his mouth thinned into a straight line, but he said nothing.
I wasn’t sure why he came back to me every time, to someone he didn’t love, but now I realized that he came back to take what I had given him. The very love he lacked. He’d take my love with him time and again only to leave, perhaps to give it away to someone else he thought deserved it more.