The breakup....

A short draft

I was used to our happy days, spending lovely moments together before those soon faded. We had both known I would be moving, though I thought we were prepared though we really weren't. I had moved in September I was only seventeen. You were nineteen had the whole world ahead of you. You kept saying all you wanted was me. Like I didn't want the same. Always talking about your own pain, like I didn't have any.

I got caught up on the person I was trying to turn myself into for you. Someone who wasn't always crying at the stupidest things. I always told everyone you were trying your best, always telling them how good you were to me. I thought I was waiting for you all along but clearly I wasn't too blinded by the thought we were in love with each other.

You didn't want me staying longer than what I wanted, you wanted me back as soon as possible. Even if it meant me losing time with my family, which is the reason I moved. The on;y way I'd be able to see them was a screen. Was that really fair? I finally had a dad I had been longing for. I lost endless amounts of family time, going out with friends, and even sleeping to try and keep up with the timezone changes.

Yet you never took time off for me, all the times I was blown off for your friends. All the times you'd shut your location off so I didn't know where you had gone? The random messages about your ex? We used to be a team but now we let each other go. I don't want to stick around anymore.

You'd never listen when I'd want to talk, always talking about your own problems. Then pulling the "If you love me you'd move back here" card?". How about you loving me? Always leaving me on open or just plan up delivered for hours? Blaming me for our pathetic disagreements. I had always become the problem with you. Yet I finally opened my eyes and saw the problem was you.