I thought we’ve always been there for each other. Or at least when the world seemed against us that we still had one another, but things happened differently.
Since we’ve gone our separate ways, I’ve noticed a pattern that my love and concern for you made me too blind to see. You were always the one pushing me away, so you could do whatever you wanted without thinking about the consequences, while I was constantly worried about you.
However, spending that time apart and reminiscing about your past behavior made me realize, that eventually, our separation was inevitable…
Because despite the memories and the time we spent together I was never a priority.