Maybe we never meant anything.
Was it all bullshit what we said to each other?
I know what you think.
I can't say that you never gave a damn, because you have treated me in a way that is more unique than rare over the years.
Only recently you were weird.
And there, I understood that now, for you, it was as if I no longer existed.
Maybe you were only with me because you 'had to'.
Slowly, I saw you stop loving me.
You slowly slipped away.
But, on the contrary, you left too quickly.
We have understood a lot, yes.
But not thoroughly, and this is the thing that almost destroys me most of all.