Of Love and Other Tragedies

lovers.

Him

Being with you, my need of romantic companionship was being fulfilled, so was my craving for you, your air and love to breathe in.

Wow... you loved me too. Amazing.

I didn't think that my plan would set you to confess too, but it wasn't long after my outburst, followed by my nervous rambling, that you revealed your thought process. You explained that you felt the same way and wanted a chance to be with me, even if we didn't work out in the end.

"I'd like that", was my genius reply, a stupid, lovesick expression of awe all over my face, I knew.

What a way to find life.

Her

With my confession and yours, we became a reality, the future holding its plans for us in the palm of its hands. As time went on, you remained in love, in certainty, but I... I was uncertain. It was a feeling that brought conflict between us without your knowledge.

I fought to keep my feelings in check, but I was, I admit, void of something. Something was missing, so I was searching in others while away from you. This was soon to be our downfall, I knew.

I was curious and... I made a mistake.

I'm sorry.