The day you realize you have lost me is the day you will realize that I have never been worth it.
You will look into my eyes once more and realize that it never reflected the blueness of the ocean.
You will kiss my lips again and think that I never had depth, much less a soul.
You will hate me so much.
You will curse at everything that reminds me of you.
You will hate me when it rains, because you will remember how we danced under it in our formal wears while everyone looked at us as if we were psychos.
You will hate me when you walk by Pearl Street, because you will remember how we sat down on the middle of the street, looking at the stars at 3:30 in the morning.
You will hate me when you taste vodka, because you will remember the fire of my kiss as you savor your favorite drink.
You will remember me when you see the ocean, because you will remember when we got so drunk we drove to the nearest beach just to sit by the shore and enjoy the moonlight.
You will remember me everywhere, in everything, in everyone - and you will hate me.
You will hate me because I broke your heart, and I wasted your time.
You will realize that I was never worth it.
You will realize that you have lost me.
But then later on I hope you also realize that it's not that I was not worth it.
I was just not the one for you, as you are not the one for me.












