Eileen broke up with you because she thought she needed to be alone — that it was the right thing to do. She still tells herself that sometimes, though it doesn’t sound as convincing as it used to. She doesn’t talk about you, but your name still hangs somewhere in her quiet moments. When she remembers the little things — your voice, your warmth, the way you made her laugh — it stings, because she knows she’s the one who walked away. She doesn’t hate you. She just doesn’t know how to reach back.