Or at least, so I thought. I thought we were drifting. Because I could see that you’re happier, better.

I thought it was a good clean break without meeting up of almost two months.

I never expected it to hurt so deeply. I never expected it to get so bad. I never expected to feel this way. Or that way. Whichever way.

I never expected that it would affect me.

But it did.

And now you know.

And apparently, it was all too late.

For nothing.

Maybe you’re right about Thnks Fr Th Mmrs. So that makes me wrong all along.

Thanks for fooling me.