I had begged you to stay.

Cried to you to not leave me.

I told you to just be here, present in my life even if you did not have time.

I would not distract you from your goals.

I begged you.

I walked on my dignity.

I gave it all up.

I opened my wounds.

I bled.

I was vulnerable. 

But you walked away anyway.

You said goodbye.

You did not stop me.

You let me walk away.

I was not ready.

I was not prepared.

But can anyone really prepare for this?