He.
He. Who entered my life in just a blink of an eye.
You who put him there for whatever the reason may be.
I, the one who foolishly fell for this “boy”.
He, who was my good days for a short time.
The one who made me think this was going to be my “happy ending”.
That's the problem we are too busy looking for that happy ending
not realizing that endings are not suppose to be happy.
That day came for me. For us. From him.
There holding me tight in our final hour.
- M. R.












