Are you hoping they will come back or say they miss you? Are you hoping they will wipe away all those tears and scars they left upon you? Are you sure you are not wishful thinking? That they have not thought about you since and have gone the farthest they could from you?
Stay in my life with purpose or leave and take your dubiety with you. Life is too short for games, and half-assed attempts and platitudes. I want meaning, I want passion, I want the one.
What if we are not the writers of our story? A writer knows the next page where as we are prisoners of the past and present. Hell, some of us barely live a story, but merely characters in another's story, or worse, nothing but a tragedy.