Three years. Three years of my life I gave you....

Three years. Three years of my life I gave you. And you just walked away like it meant nothing. I keep replaying our last conversation in my head. Searching for the moment everything changed. But maybe it didn't change all at once. Maybe it was a thousand tiny moments I ignored because I was too scared to see the truth. You said you needed space. You said you needed to find yourself. But what about me? What about us? I'm trying not to be bitter. I'm trying to remember the good times. But right now all I feel is empty. Like you took a part of me with you when you left. Goodbye. I guess this is what moving on feels like.