Loneliness isn’t the worst feeling in the world.

You could have kissed me during a downpour underneath a blue umbrella.

Now every time it rains, I think of you.

You could have phoned me at 2am after our worst fight yet and said “I just can’t do this anymore”.

Leaving me to pick up the pieces.

You could have picked drugs over me when I made you choose.

Making me wonder if you ever really loved me.

No, if I had to do it all over again, I would choose loneliness. Because even that is preferable to missing the way you spoke to me through the darkness of your bedroom before everything was ruined.