Afterwards I left him smoking to have a shower and finally be able to cry, silently of course as I leaned against the wall. The end wasn’t supposed to be like this. There wasn’t supposed to be an end for us, we were supposed to be soul mates.
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why?
that was the question wasn't it?
why was this happening
to him?
to me?
to us...
what we had was perfect, maybe not your standards of perfect
no, but perfect to me
and now, it was being taken away from me.