I wish you would tell me you miss me. That all the bright lights and beautiful people of this weekend that i planned for us, the one you’re  enjoying without me now, made you wish i was there. But I know you don’t miss me, and i think i always knew that you never would. That you never really feared losing me. I wanted so bad to be something you held tight and treasured. your angel, your light. and i think i spent most of our relationship trying so hard to mean enough to you so that one day you might love me enough to miss me when i walked away. but you never really believed in love, and when you looked at me you just saw sex. I hope there is more to this beautiful world than men like you.