I’m crying inside. The kind of tears that are not bittersweet but downright lonely as f*ck. The start of our story, where I first saw you and heard your endless prattle, where destiny smiled and decided to throw us a bone…it’s gone.
It was the place where I first looked in your eyes and thought, I would like to keep looking. More than 12 months later, your hand is still the one I’d like holding me through this.
I went there this morning because I was feeling down. Needing some pleasant solitude, I walk over. I could not believe my eyes when I saw the boarded up windows and locked doors, I had to look closer and convince myself. I couldn’t walk away. I needed you to see it with me.
Is it fate cutting us lose, telling us to go our own way? Together? The fact that neither of us saw it coming says something. And yet you joke.
That little voice inside you 