What else could have been left after you stepped out of the door? You could have told me something, I could have done everything, like maybe, fall for you again and forget the idea of pain and loneliness. It could have hurt less; it could have just gone. But you left without short notice; you went on without a hint. Maybe if you didn't it could have been better.

What else could have been left after you stepped out of the door, after asking for a second chance?

Maybe, it could have been me.