You woke up feeling different one morning.
You realize your eyes are sore from crying last night.
Remembering the screaming and the fights that keeping the two of you apart.
Accusations, doubts, fears, self insecurities are between the two of you.
Losing hope but still holding tight.
Three years, long enough to give what you have a chance.
Eating your pride and not thinking about something else.
You want him back, you will have him back.
You went to him, repeating all you wanted to say.
Smiling to yourself, picturing the two of you together again.
Coming to his arms you call home.
But all the confidence you have turn into dust.
He was with someone else.
