You came crawling back today, after you left me months ago. I will never understand why you left me when you did... three days before I found out whether or not I was about to have heart surgery. But you were distant before that. You never gave me a good reason why you left, and I suppose, in your head, after you wasted two years with me, you didn't seem to owe me an explanation. And that's fine. I lived without it this long.
After today though? Still no explanation. Just a complaint that you were depressed. That you weren't over me. That you still cared. Why would you bother? You pulled this same old nonsense once before, and I stupidly fought to keep you around.
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