I think the worst part was giving you little pieces of me, without even noticing. It started slow, with the name of my favourite song, and my favourite restaurant and then we started talking about the stars, and the universe, and then you asked me what my biggest fear was.

And I didn't even think about all the pieces of me I was giving up. Because at the moment it didn't seem I was losing them, so I gave them all away, to you, all of them.

And then you left, taking all my secrets with you, and I realised the worst part was noticing I'd been left with nothing.