I can't believe you actually left me.
I told you everything, like you asked me to, even though I didn't want to. I told you that everyone who knew about it left me, but you said you'd stay. You told me that you'd be there through 6th form, and hopefully afterwards.
Now I find out that you've decided to go to a different 6th form college to the one we were going to. And you don't speak to me much anymore.
It's not that you're leaving me that hurts so much, it's more that you lied to me about it- you gave me hope.