They ended up forgetting me. I know, I was the one who left. But didn't anybody realize that I was trying to get attention? Why didn't anyone go after me? Why didn't anyone come to me? Why didn't anyone seem to miss me? Maybe no one felt it, or maybe they were too proud to come to me and say "I miss you". I know, no one is obliged to show what they feel all the time, and even though they missed it, it was not enough to kill their pride and come to me. There was no love.