They knew. He knew that she would one day call things off and she knew that he wouldn't do anything to change things. Even though they would still call each other as lovers do, even though they could only know love for how they loved each other, even though they should talks things through so that the love lives. Things wouldn't have gotten better because they weren't getting better for each other. They were still in love, but they were also a cancer to one another. You can only love another so deeply that it's bad for the both of you. It's a shame that good things never lasts and the memories of the person outlived the love they had.
They knew. He knew that he loved her the best he could but it was never enough and she knew that the boy she once loved was lost in his own thoughts. He wanted more time and she ran out of patience. He wanted to escape with her but she wanted to peacefully settle down. He knew he could never replace her and she knew that he will never love her again. They were a ticking time bomb. Waiting to explode. Waiting for each other's move. Like a carefully orchestrated chess game. For a moment, it was no longer about love. It was about ego. It was about who would be the one to be blame or to be seen as desperate. And neither of them understood that this wasn't love anymore.
They knew. The end was coming. The signs were clear. His mind was disarray and her mind was blaring with sirens. One wanted clarity and the other wanted closure. But both needed each other to get what they wanted. He was close to get what he wanted to be with her and she was already packing up her bags. And when he stood up to say he needs her, she was already out the door.
They knew. He knew what he had to do to fix them. And she knew too. She knew better for her. Time passes on, life shapes the both of them differently. One's hoping to meet the other in their best version. And the other hopes to never be under the same sky. One prays that they would come back. And the other had enough of endless tearful nights. One wishes to deserve a last chance. And one said, once is enough.
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Poetrysome short stories, self-proclaimed poems and presumptuous writings