I thought that if I waited long enough, you would come.

I thought that if, I had shown to you that I waited despite the protests, despite the pain, or abuse that followed, that you would embrace me.

I thought that when we said we loved each other, it meant something.

I thought that if I sat here with the negative, darkness that dwelled within me was ignored in the face of our love, you would love me again.

I thought wrong.

You did not come back.

Sorry if it doesn't make sense. Can't really think of anything else right now.