The way you left hurt me-
We weren't dating, weren't ex's, and we definitely weren't best friends. We were more than that. Our whole relationship was full of obviousness, jealousy and love. You were my almost lover-
One year we were everything to each other, but we had no clue. That's what caused us pain, that is what broke us. I loved and still love you. Apparently you loved me too. No one had cared about me the way you did. I never imagined you could return my feelings because you were everything, to me you were the world. On the other hand you never told me either-
"Three Words, Eight Letters"
You blamed me when I started dating, even though I had waited for you. You stopped talking to me, became mean towards me and worse of all treated me like I was nothing, no one.
"Three Words, Eight Letters"
You uttered them in a whisper. Barely audible. As I returned the words a storm hit you. Leaving me, leaving us.
You blamed me, even though I had waited for you. You stopped talking to me, became mean towards me and worse of all treated me like I was nothing, no one.
We both were unaccompanied, until it was your turn to move on. When I joined, you said those, Three Words, Eight Letters although there was a but...
"Pick me, choose me, love me" I asked fearful
I put it all on the table but you didn't. You stayed accompanied
Now it's been seven years full of
jealousy
obliviousness
yearning
love and heartbreak and all I want to do is tell you those three words and eight letters
"Always and forever"
