You’re stupid for not knowing. But how could you know? I left because I was needed for something, not because I hated you.
I never forgot, never forgot the way you cared or the way you listened. How you seemed to be the only one who wanted to know the real me. But I had to be the one to leave, to stop before I made you regret anything you wanted to do. You’re special beyond words to me and yet that fact seems like a lie to you. How can I tell you? How many times have you said you
wanted to be someone to me?
You are and always will be, no matter what.