“There are some people you’ll never see again. At least, not in the same way.”
I’m always just there.
And people think I’ll always be there.
I’ve had enough. It made me angry at first.
That you use me and tell me you care.
But now, I feel some sense of regret.
Regret that I confided in you .
Regret that I needed you.
Regret that I trusted you.
Regret that I believed in you.
And more than half of it?
That’s just hurt.
Me. To. You.