I wonder how long it will take you to figure out I’m gone.
I tried to tell you but you didn’t take me seriously.
I guess you honestly expected me to keep coming back to you no matter how many times you treat me like shit.
I didn’t get to tell you how much I love you. None of it really went according to the plan I had in my head. But at the end of the day, I still did it. I still blocked you from contacting me and I hopefully sent a message.
You probably won’t even care. You have her now I guess. You were just looking for my replacement.
Still, I hope when you’re at certain places or when you see certain things, it causes you to think of me. I hope your mind gets flooded with memories and you regret losing me for good.
I hope when you play Romeo and Juliet that my face is burned into your memory, even if you’re looking right at her as you sing.
I will miss you, probably more than you’ll ever miss me, but I don’t care just so long as you at least miss me at all.