I'm not mad. I'm not angry. I'm disappointed.

Not just in you. I'm disappointed in myself, because I thought you would actually be different. Because I thought you were the one who would stand by my side more than just a few weeks. I thought that you were the one who would want to listen to how my day was, and not just that one day, everyday. I thought that you were the one I would laugh with so many times. You were the one I would fall asleep to so many nights. You were the one I would tell all my secrets to and you would tell yours. You were the one I would call and cry out to when life didn't go as planed. You were the one who would know me better than anyone.
And it hurts. Because you were not the one.

And I'm disappointed in you. Because you were the one who would leave me right when you got the chance, right when you got bored. You got bored of listening to how my days were going. You got bored of laughing at my jokes. You got bored of holding me till I fall asleep. You got bored of my secrets that actually made no matter to you. You got bored of telling me things about yourself. You got bored of my tears. You got bored of my voice. You got bored of me.
And it hurts. Because you were the one who was supposed to never get bored of me.

And in the end, you finally got bored of us.

The funny thing is, this is what everyone told me that would happened. And I didn't listen, because I thought that maybe you were different. So maybe you are different, different from what I thought and what you made me think of you.