Separation changes people.
Or in my case, separation made him forgot all about me.
I kept thinking: "What did I do wrong?", "What's wrong with me?", "Am I never good enough?" etc.
The answer would be: yes, I'm never good enough.
He probably had enough of my tantrums, my insecurities, my flaws. But it's alright, I'm used to it.
I should learn how to forget the past and move on to the future. But I never seem to know how exactly I would do that. So I would have to live life with knowing how not to cry each day, how to hold back my feelings, how to carry on living with the pain.
I always have to be alright, don't I?
"Tell me you love me, come back and haunt me." - The Scientist, Coldplay