You thought this would make me kneel down and say sorry and do all things just to be with you again; But I didn't, and I know that shock you. You thought I'd be running back after you, you thought I would cry and beg you not to leave me, you thought I'd chase.
The things is, I love you but I don't chase, darling. Well not anymore. It's been years fooling myself. It's been years chasing. If you want to leave then go ahead because I'm done running after guys who runs faster than I am. I'm done tripping on my own feet and falling down the ground.
For years, I've been treating love like a marathon, chasing guys after guys who left me, begging for them to come back, begging for them to love me the same. But I'm through with that. It took me years to realise that love is not a race. You don't go after someone you love, but you should go with them instead. You run together, not a step ahead nor a step behind. I'm done with sore arms and scraped knees from running. I'm done loving an athlete, but you're becoming an athlete yourself.
So don't expect me to be standing still behind you when you leave; I do U-turns.