CG came and left.

Mum came to my room in the morning to tell me he's coming. I was too unwell to get up from bed to wash up.

Later, I was woken by some noise from the rummaging. There he was searching for something. The moment he found it, he left..

Not a word to ask if I'm ok, when I'm sure my mum told him I'm ill.

The only thing he said to me when I woke up was "I'm leaving. Need to go back to work."


I guess that is enough to show how much someone cares, and what that 5 yr relationship meant. Perhaps like what my friends said, it's not the quantity, but the quality that mattered. It hurts knowing that going through so much for him, at the end of it, I didn't mean much.

Yet despite breaking up, somehow, I feel that it is only right that I be around if he needs help in any way here (not that he needs me since he either contacts my parents or his friends now).

I can tell that he doesn't feel anything for me now.

Maybe it's time I start letting go slowly of my obligation towards him...