So I’m really good at being left behind. Like… I expect it 99.9% of the time. Almost 100%, if I’m honest, so if it happens again, it won’t be any surprise.
And yet I know for some reason it also won’t hurt any less. I’m not going anywhere. If you don’t want to acknowledge my existence for the rest of your life, I cannot stop you. But you also cannot stop me caring. I’m so sorry.
