When I open my eyes, he is gone.
No explanation no goodbye, just gone.
I mean, I knew he was going to leave last night, but I was hoping, just maybe the moment we had would make him change his mind.
That maybe he would know how much I loved him and how much I needed him in my life.
But I should have known.
That was goodbye s*x.
And I think I knew it all along. I knew that no amount of me begging him would make him stay.
I wrap the throw blanket that he covered me with and pick whatever is left of my clothes from the floor and head upstairs.
I feel drained, broken and sad.
Drained, because my life just took one wrong turn that I'm not sure if I want to start fighting with that. Broken, because well, he did leave me, and I know that shouldn't hurt much because I kind of expected it,
