looking at you like my friend, after all we’ve been through together. i find it hard to believe that you really do care, that you really have missed me. i fell so hard for you, and then nothing. emptiness, and a colossal amount of loneliness. no one after me? even harder to believe. darling, you’re a ladies’ man. plural, because you had so many of them. this is all probably so easy for you. just another pawn in your game of chess. your queen? the woman you say means nothing to you. you do everything to protect her, because she’s valuable. she knows every move and i’m just here as a decoy, a distraction. a series of opening movements until you can truly strike. i hope this isn’t true. did i love you? no, but i was so close to. i felt it in the palms of our hands, then nothing. i’m here alone, cleaning up the shards of glass from your mess. i just miss the man i thought you to be.