It started out with a day.
Days turned into weeks.
Weeks turned into months
Months turned into years.
This is how long it’s been since I spoke to you.
Since I held you.
Since I felt for you.
Since you were mine, and I was yours.
I can’t quite pinpoint where it all went wrong.
Whether it was I said, what you did
What we did that ended what we had.
I keep searching for answers
I comb through my mind, through our conversations, through everything
To see where exactly shit hit the fan
But I can’t quite find it.
Perhaps it just wasn’t meant to be
Maybe there was no wrong or right because there was to be nothing
There was to be no you and I but we went against the grain
We went against fate and we tried anyways and clearly like the universe planned despite our ignorance we failed.
I stopped looking for you
And thinking about you
I stopped thinking about where it went wrong
I stopped crying and wishing I was back in your arms because to do so would hurt me even more
I know you moved on.
I must now do the same, too.