Maybe it's just not working out anymore. Maybe it's been this way for a while and neither one of us had the courage to admit it. Maybe you've been done and maybe I've been done but we've stayed together because it was easier that way.
Or maybe this is all new. Maybe this is a recent feeling and maybe it's just not possible to shake it. Maybe we're both better off without each other. Maybe you're better off without me. Maybe you've been trying to get me to see that you're no good. Maybe you've been secretly trying to get me to leave. Maybe you've just always hated me.
Or maybe it's all in my head. Maybe you've been busy and I've been sitting here waiting and the waiting has made me overthink. Maybe I'm stuck in my own insecurities that no one quite understands and therefore can't help. Maybe you do love me and you do want me. Maybe we belong together.
Or maybe we don't.
Or maybe we do.
Or maybe...