Dear... Riddle
You came into my life so suddenly.
It was in September, we met over social media. I enjoyed your account, so much so that I decided to message you about it. You replied, and it began. We talked all day, into the next, so on and so forth. And each day that passed brought new conversations and things that we had in common.
It didn't take long for me to fall.
We exchanged numbers, I face-timed you when I was having a panic attack, you called me when your dog died. You know, the usual events. But something switched. We stopped finding things in common, you stopped replying as much, I replied way too much. And each day brought new awareness to just how torn apart we were. When did it start? How long did you feel this way? Why aren't you fighting back?
And just like that, you left as quickly as you came. You blocked my number, unfollowed, disappeared.
I still don't know why, and I probably never will.
And I'm learning, you know. I'm learning how to handle these things. I can't fix you, I can't convince you to stay or force you to tell me why you left. So, what is there left for me to do?
I have to move on too.