it always gets to be around the same time at night when you come into my thoughts.
it's subtle, at first. your name usually comes before anything else, but sometimes it's the promise you made me. you said forever, remember? that we'd stick it through and find solace in one another, but you were the one who said we couldn't be two parts of one soul any longer. i felt the only flame i had left burning inside me sputter, then fade out.
when i begin to think of what you truly meant to me, i ache. you were my rock. my friend. my lover. the one, i had thought. i'm so sorry i couldn't be those to you.
it's strange how after all we've been through, here we are again.. mere strangers. what a terrible thought it is to conjure, but the truth of it is like a slap to the face. i bared my frail soul to you, and this is how you repay me. letting me go with a poor excuse to comfort me.
sometimes, when i space out, you are waiting there, in the corners of my thoughts. you come to me, with similar promises as the ones you made before, and then i come back to reality, and you're gone.
what a morbid way to live. stuck in a cycle of resenting you to grasping onto your old words, holding myself together through the day, with you on my mind.
i'm almost certain you miss me too, but you could never admit to that, could you? it's okay. i know you'll let go of the thought of our love once you find another more suitable to your liking.
but i beg of you: don't forget that what we had was beautiful.
please.
