No one has hurt me the way you have. the second time we were together for a fraction of the time, but it was even worst than when you left the first time. My friends tell me it was the nostalgia that brought us back together, but I thought (and wish) you love(d) me the way I love(d) you. You know I would have done anything for you, and all you did for me was leave. We had time, but you gave us an expiration date 8 months early. I still think you used sweden as an excuse to leave. I also know you told S.E. you would reconsider going for her and that fucking broke me. Some part of me wants you to read this and reach out and the other part just knows that you'll leave again. I always wanted what was best for you, but did you ever consider me?