To the one who never came back

To the one who never came back,
I waited, you know? I waited for a long time. I think you thought I wouldn't wait for so long and that's why you didn't come back but I told you I'd wait for you. I wish you had believed me.
You said that you needed time and I gave it to you. Had I known giving you time would take you away from me, I would've never let you go. I would've held your hand and hugged you till you were fine. But I thought you needed yourself more than you needed me and I, of all people, understood that you needed space. I understood that you needed to sort things out on your own and I was okay with it. I just wanted you to get better, anyhow.
You vanished from the life of your friends and most of them stopped caring after some time but I never did. I always tried to find a way back to you, always tried to be there, never minding the fact that you'd always, always shut doors on my face. I would stay there for a moment, outside the gate, thinking whether to leave or to stay. And then your words would ring in my ears and I'd leave, only to come back and knock, again.
I kept knocking, I kept calling out your name, I kept on telling myself that you'd be back because you had said so. Because you had asked me to wait and I had promised I would. Because I trusted you. And what did you do? You compelled me to break down the door only to see you go, to see you walking away from me.
I understand that people leave and that's not what exactly bothers me. It's the way you left that tears me apart. No goodbye, no apologies, no answers, no explanations. You just left. You didn't even care to look behind to see if I was there, waiting.
I could see you go, you know? I could see you moving forward and with every step that you took, my heart sank but I didn't call out your name. Because you said you'd come back and I believed you. And now that you're out of my sight, I only wish that you had believed me, too.
Yours,
Still waiting.