It was two seasons ago when you broke my heart, and in turn, I broke yours. It felt like I had no other choice; you were all I had, and without you, I would be nothing. That is why I blamed you so harshly. You were the reason I...(am I allowed to say this here?). I couldn't help it. Whenever you mentioned that you were on call with one of your girlfriends, my mind would tear itself apart; it knew we would never be enough for each other, but I didn't want to accept it. Not until you said the words. And not until I blamed you for mine.
Do I regret it? Minimally. I've honestly forgotten what it was like we were what we were and I like not knowing anymore. You can wander in the labyrinth of my mind, and remain hidden from me, never to find your way out. I think I'm okay now, with the fact you'll never come back.

(God, love has made me sentimental.)