i usually become a ghost to those who no longer deserve my time. I've never seen my point in explaining my absence to someone who failed to appreciate my presence. you don't ow any explanations to those who hurt you.
// You never think the last time is the last time you think there'll be many more or even forever. You don't see it coming at all. And when they leave you regret not treasuring the moment as much as you could of you regret not making the most of the time