You woke me up to the difference between someone who says all the right things and someone who actually does them. You showed me clear as day how to find out if someone has my best interest at heart by having demonstrated firsthand the exact opposite of that. I don’t understand you. Or the you that now does not understand me.. How much of us was worth the fight? Now that you got something other than what you wanted. A memory of me, and in return I was left haunted. Everything had to go to your beat.. to your timing. It didn’t matter who else was affected. In the midst of it all, I always knew better. Fear didn’t just come find me.. It doesn’t randomly come knocking on your door. It waits around until you’re so sure of yourself and then makes you question all of the things you‘ve already ignored. Every red flag, every circumstance.. every coincidence. You were comfortable with me taking all the fire but you ran at the sight of a little smoke. You always laughed at how much younger I was, but I honestly don’t think I have ever aged so quickly as I did when we said goodbye.