We both battled life. You were the winner. But your casualty was me. I struggled to understand why. I didn't heard from you in over a year. I reached out to you only to hear crickets in return. I wasn't lonely until you left. I was all alone with the fact that I'm lonely. I needed help. Without you I didn't know what I was. You may not be 'gone' gone, but your memory is what remains for me. I understand why you didn't and don't want me in your life. It is okay. Even if I don't believe it at times.


 I'm sorry. 