I would have followed you till the end of the world if I had to.
I would.

And why is it that my first instinct when you hurt me is to apologize to you so you would come back to me?
I am stronger than this.

See the thing about depending your happiness upon others is you have no control over how they act to you. And I know that's not what I want. To give up my emotional stability to keep one person around.

Maybe it's me. I'm overly emotional and so difficult. Whatever it is, I concede that we have no place together in this world.

I would have done so much for you but you ran far away from me when I showed a few signs of distress and then decided to come back when it is convenient. When I'm OK. When I'm no longer the emotional mess you triggered. When the bad episode on that humid night passed to be replaced with sorrowful resignation in the morning.

I feel so lonely. But I'm OK.

For now.