To the man who would put me first before anything else
I have never realized how painful it is to be avoided by someone who once could easily brighten my day up by just showing up in front of me. To the man who would put me first before anything else, do you recollect the moments we spent together? How have you been doing after the day we no longer talked to one another? Could I ask for those days to happen once again? And could you call one last time so that I don’t regret not picking up your phone the last time you called me? You have every reason to hate me, but you can’t expect me to do the same. I’m good at hiding my feeling but that doesn’t mean my heart is not breaking seeing you attempting to avoid me at all cost.