Times Ticking

I hate that it ended the way it did. But you got the last word, exactly the way you always wanted it to be; the way you tried to make it so, so many times. Does it count, having the last word, when I wasn't given the opportunity to speak?

I couldn't begin to explain the amount I miss you, your constant presence and your complete consumption of my life. I didn't think it was possible to let someone in the way I did with you, and I also believed it to be humanly impossible to hurt people the way you did, so I guess I was proved wrong on several occasions.

There's a certain level of faith in me that believes you'll come back and apologise for everything you did soon, and although this level is diminishing at a rapid pace, it would be a lie for me to say I am happy you are out of my life. There isn't a single thing I wouldn't give up to sort out this nonsense.

Thank you for the best and worst months of the 18 years of my life. A little piece of me will be tucked away, yours forever.