The Ashes of burnout spark, p.4

I still wonder if you still think of me. I wonder if you were sad over me

Or am I just a chapter that ended with us apart

I thought I was special.

I thought you saw me, not just the version I showed, but the messy, raw, broken me—and still chose to stay. I thought the nights we laughed, the days we dreamed, the small touches you forgot you gave... I thought they meant something. I thought I wouldn’t have to be alone anymore.

But here I am; Missing you like a dog waiting at a door that will never open again.

You said you didn’t want to lose me, but you left anyway. You kissed me like you meant it,

then pulled away like it never happened.

You said you don’t want to lose me the second we become exes, but I wasn’t just some chapter—I was the story we wrote together.

You promised to call.