I get it.
We were in love. Magically, wonderfully and desperately in love. And it’s been so long. So long since we had a gossip. Since you said hi. Since we even said’ happy birthday’ to one another.
Has it certainly been five years old?
I want to ask you everything. I want to ask how your love life is. I want to ask about who you are now. Because I don’t know you anymore. And perhaps you want it to be like that.
But it’s okay. Because I understand. I understand why we can’t say something as simple as a’ hello’.
What we had was something not many beings ordeal. What we had was something that was rare and sacred. We were once in a lifetime.
Maybe what we had is long gone. Maybe what we had is just a fragmented recollection for you. Maybe you rarely think about it. Maybe you rarely should be considered me.
And that’s okay.
I’m not in love with you. I was. A long time ago. But not anymore.
And I get it. I understand that you don’t want to open up the past. You don’t want to pour booze over aged scabs. You don’t want to be reminded of me. You don’t want to feel that heart undermine all over again.
All I craved was to say hello. There wasn’t anything after that. There wasn’t an ulterior motive. You were a part of “peoples lives” for three years. You were my LIFE. You were my party and my best friend.
So now, I wish we could talk. I please we are to be able say hello. I bid we are to be able prank like we used to. I bid we are to be able make one another smile.
But I understand why. I understand why you won’t ever greeting. What we had was rare and beautiful and big. But it’s gone now . strong>
And we have to leave us behind.
I have to leave you behind.