No words I say will express the way I viewed what we went through. It appeared as though I could never make you understand my perspective on anything. I didn’t mean everything after the fact so harshly. But running away from me was the last thing I thought you’d do. The last thing on a long list of things. So far away from me..so far away and still, you ran further. I know I can’t blame myself, but I keep wanting to take fate into my hands and twist it until it snaps in half for bringing you into my life and taking you out just as fucking quickly. Not even half a taste and I feel like I was expected to lick my fingers like I was satisfied. I was not. I don’t like the way we ended.