interlude.

you left,

but I knew you weren't going to stay.

Before you left,

I was saying how you were going to find someone better than me.

I had already envisioned you with someone before you got with her.

Knowing you were going to leave,

I thought it was going to hurt less but it didn't;

It was so painful,

I was not able to bring myself to talk about it.

I didn't mention you and never looked in your direction after that,

Not because I hated you but because I wanted you to prove me wrong.

I wanted to say to myself that my calculation was wrong and that you were different.

I wanted to tell you that story as we laugh about it later.

But that never happened and once again I was right.