I am certain of one thing. You cannot begin to imagine the anguish you put me through on the afternoon of the 10th when I discovered you've finally had the guts to chug me out.

The problem that arose was no reason. Whatever conclusions you have chosen to accept.

You took me out without a second thought. You did not even leave without a word.

You tell me that I have no idea what you're going through. I highly doubt that. Seeing you spending your days and nights online still... How can I possibly believe you at all.

If you cared even the least... you would have spoken to me. You would have explained. You wouldn't have done what you did.

If you cared one bit, if you felt the slightest bit responsible for all that you have put me through... You would have thought of me more than you have thought of you.

You chugged me out like doing so would undo the Past. You did so and your action said out loud: You were my mistake.

Your mistake was what you've done and what you have done last most of all.



GAANDU.