Remember when you asked to call me? You were at your father's funeral and in a moment of weakness you asked for me to ground you. My heart started racing, I cleared my throat and tried to think what I could possibly say to help you get through that moment. You didn't end up calling, but still I think... In that moment you needed someone... and you came to me. I was at the top of your list for at least that instant. That holds such significance to me. I wanted to be that person for you. I wanted to help you through the rough times. I wanted to stay around a lot longer.

Instead, you decided to rely on your own defences. Maybe I couldn't be the perfect match for you, maybe love isn't worth the pain of vulnerability, maybe I gave too much significance to small things. I hope you still think of me now and again. Even if you don't care what I'm doing anymore. I hope maybe I still meant something.