3 years later.
at the end of every miserable fight between you and your pride, and me and mine, we still held a strong love for one another. but look at us now, we finally grew weak. there was no more room in my heart to love you, and for you there was none for me. we still tortured each other, our way of trying to savor what we were losing. we gave up. we barley talk now, when we do it’s passive aggressive. there are some days where i try to mourn who we once were together. and the other days i try to dismiss the memories, one being of us laying in your bed watching south park. you laying on my chest as i played with your hair. the other is of you sleeping beside me, softly snoring with your lips parted. the memory that haunts me the most, is the last time i was hugging you, thinking it wouldn’t be the last time i did. taking in the cologne i bought you for our 12 days of christmas, feeling your arms tight around my waist. i should have hugged you tighter. i would have if only i had known that would be the last time we truly loved each other. but look at us now, slowly moving on. i pray that one day we both can forgive. we were kids that fell in love. i wouldn’t be telling the truth if i said i wasn’t holding out hope, that one day we’ll find love for each other again. that at the end of all of this, it’ll be me and you. but you fell out of love with me completely, you never think of me. my hope is slowly passing and i simply can’t figure out if i should let you go for real this time. because i don’t know what i would be fighting for if you could never be with me ever again.
