You told me you'd never do it.

Told me you'd never hurt me.

Told me you'd be with me through everything.

Told me you'd help me work through my shit.

But you didn't.

You decided enough was enough. After a year. You decided my problems weren't going to be yours anymore. You decided you would go off to find better things. When you know one of the better things was me. At least, that's what you always told me.

I cried to you. I cried about how I wasn't feeling myself and how I wasn't in a good place in my life. You sat there and calmed me down and told me how you'd help me and how we'd get through it. Together. But together didn't work anymore. That was two weeks before you decided you weren't happy. Two weeks before you decided to tell me you weren't feeling the same towards me after a MONTH. It was a week after our anniversary.

How does someone do that? How does someone walk into your loved ones room, pack their stuff, and leave? How does someone not call? How does someone not talk to their loved one? How does someone just shatter a heart like that?

I was finally starting to feel happy again. My mental state was getting under control and I was feeling better. I was finally feeling to the point where I knew I was okay. I was happy with my job. I was happy with my relationship. I was happy doing things for you and happy when you did things for yourself. I was getting so happy. I guess I didn't show it enough.

You knew I loved you. You knew I wanted to spend my life with you. And you always told me the same. You always told me I was the one. Every single day. You told me how you'd never break my heart. You told me all these things yet, it seems like none of them are true. Seems like we're back to square one. And that's what hurts.

We're back to a place of not talking and back to a place of being alone and back to a place of just wanting each other's company but not being able to have it.

I guess I'm just waiting for the day you call me yours again.

But I don't know if that day will come.