We were finished by then, weren’t we? Over and out. Completely undone.
Yet I hoped against hope, well, you know what I hoped.
That you’d ask me to stay, to forget about travelling, and stay close by instead.
And the worst bit about it was you never said goodbye.
Never caught me close in your arms, kissed me on the cheek, and wished me well.
Never said ‘I’m so sorry for everything that’s happened between us, Sophie. You deserve to be happy, you know’.
Even though, I do, don’t I, deserve to be happy, I mean…
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