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At 14
You met at 14, Became friends from then on. Became best friends in junior high, Asked you out on a date when you're in senior high,
He was your first kiss, Then had your first family dinner with him, And his family dinner with you. And then prom came up.
Everything was perfect, well almost, You needed to be in a long distance relationship in college, Rough times were accounted for. Break ups and cool offs.
But eventually you both came back together. He proposed when you graduated. Traveled and had adventures together, Made plans and future together.
There were times when you fought, But made up before the next day. Everything was laid out for you two. Both have careers, stable enough.
Doesn't demand time, you both have enough time for each other. You were there when his dad got sick, He was there when your grandmother passed away. You were both on each other side, each others' allies in this shitty world
But one day. One day you woke up and he's not there. After 10 years long of good and bad times, he wasn't there. How?
After 10 years, after more or less 3650 days of waking up with him, Of waking up having to read a text message from him "Good morning sweet heart" or whatever you two call each other. Baby, babe, hon, honey, sweet heart, love.
You looked at your phone and none. Not a single message from him after leaving him about 12 voicemails last night. How can a person be unloved? How can a person fall out of love?
Was it really possible? Falling out of love? How can you just wake up one day and everything is different. Everything you think of the future is now gone.
Impossible, all in the pits of who knows where. How can a beautiful thing like love can be replaced with much much much pain. Pain that is more than you felt love. And then you ask yourself was it something you did?
What? Everything was perfect. Or was it? Were you missing out on something?
Or he just simply had a change of heart? Was it? How? In those 10 who knows long years.
Why? When did your love, fiancé, partner in crime, your ally, your best friend become just someone in your past. And same for you. How in the world, when did you became just "his past" after those 10 long freaking years.
How would you move on? How can you tell yourself to move on, That those days, years, are gone, No more.
No more back hugs, No sweet forehead kisses, No more warm sweet smile, No more safe haven.
But I guess that's love. You cry, You call him, Ask him why? How, when? What have possibly gone wrong?
Asked him for another chance. Then one day you need to move on. Because eventually he did. He already did. Same for the guys.
She moved on. And you moved on. God knows how, when, but eventually you moved on. Because in the end, that's the only thing you can, and will do.
To move on.
Someday.
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