It’s just a little lonely right now. It ought to be. You were here a few days ago. A few days ago, it mattered to you. A few days ago, I mattered to you. But now, it all seems so far away. It all seems like a distant memory. And yet, it hurts.
It hurts that I let you do this to me. It hurts that I fell for the facade. It hurts that I let you in.
I should’ve known better.