In the bitter end I wish you had the strength to reach out and tell me exactly why you love me. I wish you just took my hand and said you're sorry, that you'll try to do better, that you want to make this work as much as I can.
I wish you didn't just run away and leave me feeling like I wasted half a year caring for you only to get dumped like garbage.
I wish you fought for me half as hard as I did.
I wish things had gone different.