To the boy who left me behind,

We didn't know each other well, but you made me happy. I would wake up excited because I knew that waking up meant a chance to talk to you. You were sweet, and you told me things that I wanted to hear; things that I needed you to tell me. You made me feel needed and, for once in a long time I was excited about my future.

We had so much in common. We wanted the same things. You were excited about me, and I was excited about you. Talking to you was intoxicating. Why did I fall so hard so quickly?

The last conversation that we had was the happiest one I'd had in months. You gave me hope and an abundance of butterflies fluttering about in my stomach. Would you like them back?

Out of nowhere came the winter. You were so cold to me. You told me that talking to me was a mistake and that there was nothing between us anyway. That couldn't have been you, could it? But it was. The boy who once warmed up my cheeks with blushes turned me cold with icy words. You vanished.

I searched for you. I still don't know where you went and I don't know if you'll come back. I don't know who you were that night, but I know that you weren't yourself. Did you think that you were saving me from pain? I still search for you in the storm, but my heart is weak from past abuse.

To the boy I who left me all alone, I pray that you withdrew from a will that was not your own. You have left me lost and stranded. Please come and find me.

A girl left in the lost and found

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