Tell me goodbye, oh tell me goodbye.

Single.


That was enough to cause her pupils to dilate. Adjusting her view, clicking on the refresh button,she focused again on the screen of her ASUS laptop.


Single.


She wasn't mistaken. It has changed. Less than a year ago, amidst exams and finals, his status was set on In a Relationship and It's complicated. It hasn't changed since then. But it has now. And although her pulse did not quicken and her heart did not clench, but her feelings sagged. It did hurt, although it was a bit, it still hurts.


Undeniably, she was the one that asked for space. She was the one who told him she was suffocated and that she wanted some time for herself and her friends. He was relieved, that she knew. Because he had thought that she would have wanted to break up then, but she didn't. But now, as she stood alone in the darkness, she wished she had.


When she had asked for space, she was seeking for his attention, calling out for his help in understanding how she felt. 


When she asked for space, she wanted him to know that beneath that smile, there was something wrong.


When she had asked for space, she hoped that he would finally wake up and ask her the reasons why, and faced up to their problems like a man.





But he didn't.


When she asked for space, he didn't contact her for three weeks.
When she asked for space, he did not tell her to be careful when the riot occurred in Central Moscow.
When she asked for space, he didn't even call her once.


People look at her and tell her that she needs to open up.  That she needs to tell him what's bothering her. That they need to talk and let their feelings out.


But she's tired of telling him what she wants.
She's tired of telling him what he should do.


If he really loved her that much, he would have at least done something.


But he didn't.


Instead he just left, without even saying goodbye.