We were just strangers, ready to deconstruct underneath a rippling sunset.
It wasn't romantic.
It wasn't poetic.
It was a bitter taste of reality masked by the slightly less bitter taste of a cheap drink.
It was a single mistake out of a series of mistakes and, believe me, I learned my lesson.
Never again will I share with you the 4:00 a.m. thoughts that stick to the edges of my mind like glue. Never again can I play our records we bought together.
I used to believe in soulmates, I used to believe in love at first sight. I never believed in grand gestures.
I never believed I'd have to say goodbye.
But that sunset is still up there
and any minute now, all of this will begin decomposing.And I will be left wondering why I didn't fight harder.
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