You weren't coming back

I never needed to block you. You were never going to come back, and some part of me always knew that. You never actually cared about me... not in any way that required effort, or presence, or choosing me. Even if I saw you in real life, you’d look right through me like I was a stranger.

And that’s the part that hurts: realizing I wasn’t forgotten, I was never considered.

I wasn’t someone you lost.

I was someone you left behind long before I noticed.