She: When your expectations ended… you left me, right?
She: So selfish. You never loved me.
He: No. I left because I needed space.
He: I needed to cry without pretending.
He: I needed silence more than I needed answers.
She: Then why not say something? Why vanish like I meant nothing?
He: Because talking to you while I was breaking would’ve made it worse—for both of us.
He: I couldn’t cry on your shoulders anymore.
She: I would’ve held you. You know I would’ve.
He: I know. That’s why I left.
He: You would’ve tried to fix me… and I didn’t want to be fixed this time.
He: I just wanted to feel. Alone.
She: You think I wasn’t breaking too? You think silence didn’t cut me deeper?
He: I’m not saying I handled it right.
He: I’m just saying… I couldn’t handle it at all.
She: So you disappeared. Made me question everything. Even my worth.
He: I’m sorry. Truly.
He: But if I didn’t walk away then, you would’ve always seen blood in my eyes.
He: I’ll talk to you… if I ever feel normal again.
She: And if you don’t?
He: Then let this be the goodbye I never had the strength to say.
She: I hate that I still care.
He: I hate that I made you.