Why we broke up [Editing]

Undeniable

Love is an undeniable thing.

It's like your favorite song.

You crave it and can never get enough of.

It's something you need to listen to. Something you know by heart. Something that calms you down, something that warms you up.

My favourite song is called Hey There Delilah by Plain White T's. Rumour had it you learned how to play it on the guitar. Even if it was easy, it was those kind of attentions you made.

On Facetime, you could grab your guitar and riff something. You could mumble and sing. I never quite heard you sing, though. Not much of a singer you made.

You could put yourself on mute, not to disturb me, you'd say.

I would read and you would play the guitar. But on facetime, as if we were together.

I recall you reading me stories when I couldn't fall asleep. Some old Disney stories you'd found up your closet.

I remeber you wishing me goodnight and saying you loved me.

I remember you putting yourself on mute to not bother me as I was trying to fall asleep. And how you said not to hang up, cause you liked knowing I was there, I was with you. Even if the only thing you could see was darkness and hear me breathe or move in my sheets.

I remember you changing calculator with me, after Josh wrote mean things on it. I remember you taking it to prevent me to see it.

I remeber you holding my hand stating how it well it fitted together. Imbricated. Like it was made just for us.

I remember you picking up my hand, wanting to kiss it, but ending kissing yours. And how I laughed at you, as you blushed and told me not to laugh.

I remember the way we talked about life, the way we talked about love. The talking about all and nothing, about the wheather, the stars shining into the darkness of the nights. The wind and the leaves. The color of your eyes, which was kind of cool, they changed. Passing from green to blue, depending on the shirt you were wearing or not wearing, depending of you, I think.

The color of autumn, so bright just before they loose it all.

Us, talking about the future and the past, but perhaps miscalculating our present. Us, talking about college and degrees, dream jobs and dreamed life. Us, predicting our story. Writing chapters of it before we could even turn the page. Us, perhaps impromptuous. Because us, falling in love, was kind of unexpected. But that's the thing, a fall is never expected.

Us, telling each other everything, from the games you played and how badly you lost to the stuff I wrote and how badly I am for finishing stories.

I think I'm bad for endings.

Us. You and I. Together again. Us, forever we thought.

Us, denying the things right in front of us.