history
I believed with all my heart that we were soulmates, destined to be together forever. But as life would have it, some things are bound to end.
Our love story was almost perfect—it was everything we had ever hoped for.
We were a couple that others looked up to, envied for the deep connection we shared. Despite the occasional fights, we always found our way back to each other, our love stronger than any disagreement. We faced life's challenges hand in hand, always together. And it breaks my heart to think why our loving relationship had to unravel when it seemed so close to lasting forever.
There was no betrayal, no third person who came between us. Our fairytale-like story came to an end simply because we both grew weary—we needed a break, but the break led you into the arms of someone who wasn't me.
Someone who matches your energy and brings out the best in you.
And I guess I have nothing to do about it but accept that we are not for one another. Our story is long done, so all I could do now is hark back to what we had and keep it a history.
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the tortured poet's tortured love
PoesiaDear Maia, Early morning bird songs, The poet, she'll never feel clean. Mon chéri, what a devastating beauty. When a poet falls in love, The weeping willow bears witness to it all. She will love, she will cry, she will love again, and she will cry...
