You left me.

You said you wouldn't. 

That you'd stay;

and care;

and love me. 

But you broke your promises. Just like always. 

All those months, not being able to hold you. You seemed so distant from me. How was I supposed to react?

You were so cold, and I needed the warm touch of someone, even just for a night. But I'm not saying that it's all your fault.

Some of it is mine, and I take responsibility for that part. But you didn't just have to throw me away like I was nothing.

As if two years was nothing. 

I know you were with someone else as well. You just never told me. But those late nights and the smell of perfume that wasn't mine lingered on your clothes. 

Did you really think I wouldn't be able to tell?

I loved the way the sides of your eyes would crinkle every time you smiled. 

I loved your laugh, and the way it would light up the room. 

I loved your passionate kisses and the warmth of your skin on mine.

I even loved how you would break your promises but make up for them later, and beg for my forgiveness.

But it was different this time. I made one mistake that you've made countless times. And when I begged for your forgiveness, you wouldn't even hear me out. You just shut the door on me.

Why did you leave me if you made mistakes too? 

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