Plea.

So what is all this? What have I become? I convinced myself how unneccesary you were, and now I can't stop thinking about you. And now your convincing yourself you don't need me. Guess I can't blame you. I deserve all that I get which makes complaining out of the question. You could probably walk right up to me and kick me square in the nuts and it would be justified. But I can't stop thinking.
How you feel? Are you happy? Are you sad? Do you miss me as much as I miss you? Do you hate me? I have no way to answer these. Cuz you have cut me loose. Atleast I think you have. There was a time we couldn't imagine life apart. You mentioned moving away once and I was terrified. "life with out *namecensored* would be terrible." I meant it, and am now learning how right I was. But you found your one you say, and there's no room for me. I still don't know if I gave you an ultimatum, like you say I did. But I wish i had never given you that gift. Because thats what sent me on the topsy turvy spiral down even further. Just when I start to think I'm getting out.

I only wrote this in hopes you'd read it and feel compelled to put my mind at ease. If you don't want to talk, and plan to never again. Please atleast say goodbye.