What more could I've done?

That cold reply was not suppose to be. I walked out a while ago and you cheerfully said bye. Well, that hurt. But maybe it was my fault, for hoping, missing, loving and wanting you too much for my own good. It was disappointment on my part, I can't deny there was rage, not at you or anyone else. At me. For never being good enough for you, for doing too little to have your love, for not meaning enough to you, for never ever going to be able to compare and being as much as your friends mean to you. I figured I had gone wrong somewhere. Maybe.
Probably is.

So wrong, so right.

Either I have tried, or I am done trying.
I have watched the scene. I have gone through the heartache again and again. I know what it feels like and I do not intend to experience it again. It is not friendly and nothing sweet. Perhaps, I have given up all hope; I have given up on you.

Now, tell me, did I do the right thing?

There is a fine line between whether you have tried and not know how to do it and when you have NOT tried and claim that you do not know how to do it. That is so you. You constantly think that you are everywhere helping out every damn person in the world but no, you are not.