our hands didn't ever fit perfectly,
yours were a little too big,
and mine were a little too sweaty.
we fell in love with each other's problems,
and walked out knowing anything about each other,
apart from our occasional, futile promises we made to each other.
we were the kind to declare and boast
about our "perfect" relationship,
even though people could see the cracks.
in the end, we pushed away our dirty laundry,
and tried to really embrace one another for who we really were,
but the cracks became to evident,
like the way your eyes lit up every time you saw her.
stages of a relationship; h.k
