We were supposed to be forever.

You promised.

You promised we would live together and you would take care of me.

You would be with her but you would take care of me.

You would spend long nights with me and talk about all the stuff that has gone wrong in life.

But most importantly, you would be there for me and that's a promise worth keeping, right?

Apparently, the importance meant nothing and neither did I.

It's been over a year and your influence still implicates me to believe it was my fault.

That it's my fault you left.

And it's my fault you don't seem to care anymore.

You probably live your life without any regard for how broken you've made me. 

While I live my life wondering if I will be able to live it without you.