He stopped wanting to care about me, I think.
Recently, I was having a hard time. I wrote things and deleted things. I had nobody to talk to. He stopped being the one I could go to.
I tried to keep it out, keep the negativity away from him but I guess I wasn't doing that great of a job. It seeps out of me. Maybe it finally bothered him that's why he stepped away from me.
Before that, I thought of a lot of things. Maybe the topics are stale. Maybe he got tired of hearing me complain. Maybe he just wanted room to breathe.
Now, I can't go to him anymore.
I thought he was excruciatingly busy. So unable to see me. Even just for a bit. But he just didn't want to come see me.
He stopped being the one I turn to when things are hard. The one I told things to. He stopped wanting to be that person.
Now I'm here. Writing and deleting things. Is this the start of the end?
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