I knew. I knew the moment things changed. One day, you were my Princess, and the next, literally the next, you weren't and 3000 miles apart I felt the change. I knew that whatever i might have meant to you that it was all over. I knew and i let you string me along for at least another year, doing JUST enough to keep me on the hook, but i denied it. I thought, why would you even bother, there was no benefit to keeping me around, you gained nothing from telling me you still loved me, telling me that as soon as things calmed down that we'd be able to spend time together again. Apparently you had that same thought one day as well, so after plying me with affection and asking for what we both knew (even though we both pretended that i didn't) would be one last favor, you cut the string and never looked back. You broke me like few ever could, and you knew it, and the shitty part is, i still love you.
