I didn’t stop you when you left because I didn’t want to swallow my pride. I was angry and I thought I would be happy when you were gone. I thought I would be better off without you.
So I stood outside smoking while you packed, playing it cool… But I saw you when you rode away on your motorcycle. I watched as you revved the engine angrily and shot off out of sight. It was the last time I saw you but I can’t stop imagining what happened next…
You were hurt and angry when I didn’t try to stop you or go after you. Didn’t you deserve that after I had put you through so much? You had given me your heart and now it shattered to pieces as you drove.
The tears you had been holding back overflowed, suddenly unstoppable. They blurred your vision too much to see what was coming. You never caught so much of a glimpse of the car bearing down on you when you swerved recklessly into the oncoming lane.
I was told you died instantly-your body as badly broken as your heart. I was told you wouldn’t have had time to know what happened. I was told you didn’t suffer…
But I know better. You suffered for years… All the years of mistreatment which led to your death. I made you suffer every single day.
Now you are gone and I wish I was gone too.
Natolie Webb 