I remember the last time we kissed. You looked so upset; I thought the kiss would bring us back. You said it wasn’t me. But it was… you lied.
I have spent so long experiencing every insecurity you can dream of. I have assessed myself from inside out; there isn’t a fucking thing I don’t know about myself any more.
You should have told me to get help.
I finally see that you left me because I going crazy. The stress of education, losing my family, losing my best friend, my addictive personality… was all too much.
You should have told me as soon as I started showing signs. The mathematical equations that made no sense. The inability to wake myself up. The obsession with sex. The necessity for fast food every night. The loss of interest in everything else.
You should have said something. You knew me better than everybody else. I looked after you for so long; why couldn’t you return the favour?
I will love the memories we have had forever. But you… you let me down, big time.