Suitcase for leaving

I remembered how your love for me was like a suitcase neatly packed — ready to go when things gets worst.

Maybe it started with the small fights that you eventually decided to get a suitcase. And with each fight you packed a couple of things or maybe two. It came to a point that you are already full and you decided that just one more and you’re gonna leave this hellhole. And afterwards, you did.

You left and never looked back. You left but there are also things that you’ve left with me —things you want to get rid of, things that are not worth keeping, things that are easily replaced.

I can’t imagine how easy it was for you just to leave like that without notice and perhaps now, I understand it a little bit better.

You were ready to leave me when things gets worst. You were always thinking about yourself; not thinking about the person that you left behind. Because in your mind, you may have the intention to come back, but deep down you know you never did.

In response to today’s daily prompt: Suitcase

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