He left because I’m weak. Because I let people walk all over me again and again. He left because I don’t care if I die or get run over by a bus or if that’s too morbid.
He left because I say things that your mother taught you to keep in your head. Because I ask questions that shouldn’t be asked. He left because I’m too curious for my own good.
He left because I dream. Because I create scenarios in my head that will never happen and that’s not realistic (he says).
I guess he left because he never really knew me, because he couldn’t see past my flaws.
That’s why he left. Now can I get up from this chair?