Silence. That’s what I’m left with. I really don’t know what I did to deserve the gift that keeps on giving. This gift of constant worry and unrest is not what I want or deserve. I guess it’s easier than going over what I did wrong. Maybe it is for you.
I’m a little hurt by your disappearance. Anything could have happened to you. My mind has given me plenty of scenarios to mill over. Truth is you just decided to stop talking to me. I’m not really sure why at this point. I suppose it doesn’t matter.
The thing that always stuck in the back of my mind when it came to you was clearly spot on due to recent developments.
“If it seems too good to be true then it probably is.”
No more fairy tales for me.
It’s a shame really. I enjoyed the fantasy. Reality calls. Disappointment suits me better.