Almost three years have passed, but she still could not come to terms with the fact that this would not last.
Despite the signs,
the fights,
the mishaps.
She told herself, "I'll give it one last shot... one last."
They saw each other again after a year apart, and by then, she should have known for sure that he no longer had her heart. She denied, and denied, and denied, and said, "I'll give it one last shot" again.
One day, "I'm not going to be there for another year," he said.
She felt betrayed,
lead on,
hurt.
That was it. Finally, the end.
Someone knocked on her door, and she let him in. She swore to never acknowledge even the slightest feeling. He came, and he went, and she did the same, you would think that they were just playing a game.
Things got complicated somewhere in between. He held her hand, and kissed her on the lips in places for everyone to see.
He took her to lunch,
to dinner,
to see movies.
"Don't leave. Stay with me," he'd say. She loved starting her mornings that way.
Unfortunately, the messages stopped coming. She was left hanging. "I have to see you next week" was the last thing.
The dreams just kept coming, it made her feel terrible to wake up in the morning. She'd see him every night, telling herself not to believe the saying that if they think of you before going to bed, you dream of them.
Someone else came along, not to mention, Before, the ex, but she started noticing one that put her calmness to the test.
A simple "Hi!" from random bump-ins would wake her butterflies from rest.
How does one act cool when one's heart is beating out of their chest?
..but she was still reminded by the songs,
the places,
the words
of During.
Patient yet eager, in hopes, that After would ask to be let in.
