Maybe I missed you. Maybe I left on a boat bound for my own self-improvement and left you as a shadow in my wake. Maybe I left you abandoned on the dock without saying goodbye, thinking you'd be there when I returned.
Maybe you didn't leave me, but I left you. Perhaps the miles between us are to be blamed on me. I might be the reason the long, dark nights are so lonely this side of the horizon.
But maybe you're still waiting.
"Maybe he'll come back."
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