Leaving

He got up and walked out this morning. Just as I knew he would someday. You can just tell when they're the leaving type. It wasn't some big fight, or hurtful saying it was just that exact instant when you know it's truly done. When you finally understand that you are just not that interesting anymore. He's figured out what makes you tick and he just didn't like the answer to that question so on he goes. Oh but don't mourn, cry, or even "feel" for me. I could see the ending at the beginning. I read the first and last page of this book before I dove in. I knew that there was truly no water in this pool. It's kind of nice though, knowing that your intuition was correct that I am still the only person I can truly trust. Although if I had been wrong then what does that mean, that this was it, you know "it", that I would have to put my trust and my heart into his hands? That would have been a whole new path, one that I am not familiar with, one which I would have to blindly follow.................................... vomit.