So... You said you wanted me to take a break. As long as I wanted. And I got confused. Were you saying that for me? Or did you need a break from me? I mean, I didn't think I'd offend you by deactivating my account. Now I'm really really confused. Did you get angry? Or were you saying that because you understood what I meant?
Three fights. One day. One hour, actually. In a moment, my life went spiraling down. One fight with a best friend. One misunderstanding with you, which you probably don't even know about. And one fight. That brought the past back to me. Stuff I didn't remember. Memories that were best left buried. They came back. HE BROUGHT THEM BACK! Damn him, damn him, damn him.
I'm not confused. I don't have to choose like before. This time, this time you've left me alone. I needed help, I needed you. And you're gone. What do I do?
Taking myself away from the world may keep everyone else happy. And I like that. But what will I do? Keep myself at home for another month? How long can I stay without talking to everyone, without talking to you? One day tortured me this much. Give it one month, I'll be dead. I'm already dying inside. I am.

Wow. Probably the first time in my life. It's a miracle. I'm shocked. Stuck in the the moment. I can't move on. I don't even want to. First time in my life I got what I wanted. I got you back. And *bam* aren't I confused?
What have I done? I got you back. Why did I do that? Because I loved you. What's wrong now? That's the answer I need. The question I want to ask you. But you aren't there.
We haven't talked since so long. I asked for you. You came. Now where are you? Where. Are. You?

Another ending. I made a mistake. It was a small sentence, and I pushed you away. I'm sorry. I regret it now. I need you back. I didn't know what was happening. All of a sudden, too much was happening. I was confused. I didn't know what to say. So instead of thinking it through, I just did it. I ended what shouldn't have ended. What should have stayed. "You" should have stayed. And yet I don't blame you. You didn't do anything wrong. It was me. Me, me, me, who ruined your life. I didn't mean to. I promise. And I'm so so sorry. Your parting words were beautiful. And I can't believe I gave you up. Some days, I didn't trust you. Some days, I hated you for not starting the conversation. But that hate never stayed. I just couldn't stay angry at you. I always loved you. And I'm still stuck in the moment. Some days, I loved you too much. I spilled everything that came into my mind. I told you secrets. You were so far away and I hardly knew you but God, I trusted you! And I miss you. Some days, when we wouldn't talk, I felt like something was missing and I'd remember you and I'd smile. Because the thought of you always brought a smile to my face. At night, there were times when I'd completely lose my mind. And I'd start sending you random messages. It was so so much fun and...
I remember the first time I talked to you. So awkward yet so familiar. You'd have asked me anything and I would have told you. Then we started talking. Always. Every time. I didn't pay attention to exams. I gave it all up for you. And now you're not here anymore. You've gone. I love you...
"I hate it when you go away. But what can I do?"
I won't ever forget a single thing you said to me.