No matter how cold the air feels against my skin, it can not be as harsh as the day that you left.
Left without warning, like you had to escape in the night.
As if I was something that was to be afraid of.
When, in reality, you were the one that left me with the broken pieces of my heart and soul.
My dignity.
Part of my existence.
I will never understand why you thought it was me against you.
