The end of love

The hardest thing I ever had to do was get over you.

The day I met you, I had a bad feeling about you. I didnt know it meant you were going to break my heart.

Our love was always in the shadows and only for us, never to the world or anything more. Forbidden and wrong. Against everything I ever stood for.

I saw you. Maybe it was only for a split second, now looking back. Perhaps two minutes at most. That was all it took. I was enamored and consumed by you. Naive, I was. Looking back, it's all so silly.

What's really silly is, it's years later and everyday, I hope there's a 5% chance you'll text me. There's no percentage of that happening.

I think realizing that is the hardest part. I haven't grieved that yet. That was the last hope I was holding on to.

I only wish you well and success. I hope you get everything you ever dreamed about.

I'm also starting to do better.

Tu me manqués, non plus.