Hi.
Hey.
That's how our story always begins. I should have assumed that's how it would end too.
After five years of silence, I expected nothing more than the usual catching up. Instead, we found ourselves reminiscing about our youth and how we longed for the innocence that resided there. It was in those memories we realized how much we've grown up and, subsequently, grown apart.
You decided that needed to change.
For weeks, we fell into old habits, constantly texting one another about our mundane lives. I questioned your intentions as you began to pool back each layer of my defenses with your smirk and dark sense of humor. Slowly, I revealed pieces of the woman I became in your absence while you weighed out the potential of what could be. I soon became comfortable with the vulnerability in you, but your insecurity denied me.
And just like that, you were gone.
YOU ARE READING
What I Once Called Love: The Drafts
PoetryThis is my story, or rather a compilation of stories that spans more than a decade. Each piece is written from a place of truth with the exception of the names mentioned. The book itself will broken into sections, with each representing a different...
