One year ago, 2019,
It was my favourite month.
It was my birthday month.
It was our month.
It was when we first fell in love.
It was when you first celebrated my birthday with me.
It was when you gave me my first birthday gift - a matching pair of shoes.
It was when you confessed to me.
It was when we finally got together.
It was when we had our first date.
It was when we first hold hands.
It was when we first hug.
It was when we both had our first kiss.
It was when you told me you loved me and how important I was to you. It was when we promised to never be apart.
You told me that I will never dread my birthday again because you would be there for my birthday every year.
It makes me wonder, how much things changes in a year.
What happened.... to us? Do you still remember of all the memories we made in March? Does March makes your heart sour like mine?
I had everything I ever wanted in March.
A job. A relationship. You, my love.
It was beautiful. Perfect.
But now look where I am, where we are.
All the broken promises. All that is left is those broken pieces of our hearts clinging on dearly to those sweet memories we had.
Now in March, 2020,
I have nothing.
No job. No relationship. No you.
Where? I seek out but everything is gone now. Just nothing.
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my lost love
Não Ficçãohe was my everything, my world but he was also the one who got away; just a diary of my feelings NO fancy content or vocabulary thank you for taking your time to read! 🤗
