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Dear friends, (if I still even deserve to call you(s) that)

I don't know what went wrong. I don't know what I did to make you go away. I don't know. Your unspoken goodbye hurts me so. Am I that unworthy of an explanation or at least---a proper goodbye? 

I know I am not as perfect as you are. I'm not as good as you. Not even close and I will never be. And that's okay. Plant a little seed of doubt in me, I don't mind. 'Cause maybe it is my fault to begin with. Though it hurts me so but I am just going to swallow it. 

You may leave me; I won't beg you to stay.

You may not trust me; I won't expect you to believe me.

For the moment, I'll just keep on doing what I do best; fake a smile and move on.