It is a funny thing, it is.

Somehow I always hoped you'd come get me. that you would find me. Somehow I still almost expect you to. That's selfish of me, right? I feel like that's something you would tell me. That it's selfish of me to hold this expectation and hope to you but then I guess that just makes me as selfish as you.

lets be real, I think you took me for granted. I don't think you meant to, I don't think you did it on purpose but I know you did. You meant so much to me, I practically worshipped you. I really was that puppy sitting at the door patiently waiting for you to come home. I always made sure not to bark too much because I wanted to be good and I wanted to be liked. and I was, I really was, but it always seemed less than what I was already giving.

you meant more than the world to me at the time. and for how stupid I know it is I somehow thought you'd mean the word to me forever.

I never thought that you would go from everything and everything to just nothing at all.