You’ll wake up one day and realise that you feel obsolete without him. You’ll grow tired of that, so you’ll wonder if his inconsistency was just in your imagination.
You will never find the answer to that question
but you’ll wake up the next day and realise that it doesn’t matter because he’s gone. You’ll wonder if you should call and tell him all the ways he changed your life. You will make that call because you’ll forget that you were not his first love.
You will not be his last.
You will not be his next,
because even though parts of him still live in your memory, he’s not there. You will try to erase him, but instead you’ll turn him into a fantasy no man will ever match. You’ll wonder if any of that dream was real.
You will never find the answer to that question.
You’ll wonder why he started growing distant from you the moment he told you he loved you.
You will never find the answer to that question, but you’ll wake up one morning and realise that you need to stop caring.
You won’t stop caring, but knowing the pointlessness of it all will make that easier to live with.