thingswehavetried
Lose me. Don't take me seriously; no one else seems to. I'll sit on your shoulder and cry, I'll wail and scream and kick my feet and try my hardest to get your attention. Please ignore me. Leave me. I'm not worth it: I'm never worth it. It's nothing personal, I'm just not the person I thought I was.
It's not that he had wanted to leave her, it's not that he had wanted to pack up his bags and leave London for what he assumed to be the last time. It's got more to do with the fact that he and the truth didn't have to good relationship. He could never get himself to discuss her, to talk with her, to think about her.