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.