Travis.

One month ago you left me. One month ago my phone chimed and through the preview window on my iPhone I knew it was the end. One month and one day ago all thoughts I had put into my future seemed to involve you somehow. But one month ago you changed it.
You implied you were 'cutting me free' so I could 'do my own thing' without worrying about you. What on earth does that mean? Did you think you were so insignificant in my life that you could just fade into black without any effect on me? That is bullshit and you knew it. You shattered me. Worse than that, you broke every promise you ever uttered. "I'm yours for as long as you want me." "You don't need to worry about me ever leaving you." "You're different, I can tell." And worst of all, "I love you."
I once thought you could have been 'it'. I was willing to work with you, to communicate with you, to open myself up and let you into my life unrestricted. But it was one sided, I see that now. As always, hindsight is 20/20, but living through it my emotions were intertwined in everything.
Maybe one day we'll be able to be friends again.
But I doubt it.
I put it into your hands, reach out to me when/if you ever want to. I'm anticipating silence until our paths cross down the road. It'll be an awkward meeting. Pleasantries will be exchanged, and that will be that.
Until then, don't forget about me. And maybe thinking about the way you put me through what you put me through will make you realize you might not be quite as selfless as you like to make it seem.