why didn't you stay? did we ever love each other properly? and if so, why did you toss me in the bin and replace me so quickly? you said you think about me every day the moment I reached out again from across the globe on New Year's Day. I can't help but wonder now how much you meant it. you were my first love, even though I wasn't yours. had I known you'd be sorry two years later, would I have bled out the way I did? would I have shed the skin I was in, time and time again, so I could finally say you never touched it?