I sit and stare at a blank wall thinking of all that I wanted us to be and more, but I can't help but feel like I have failed to do something more to prevent this downfall.
Instead I cry with a sad realization that I never had a chance to begin with.
I am a shadow to most a lost fragment that doesn't belong, the misfit, the outcast, the unwanted. How can I be expected to raise my head when there's nothing to raise it for.
The fact that these words never came easy to me while you were there gave me pause. I developed these affections towards you and it feels like im being torn asunder now that the truth has been said. Now I must awaken and see the reality of things that I am as alone as I always have been.