Maybe it was our shortcomings that lead us here to this “right place, wrong time” kinda thing.
I watched you fall in and out of love multiple times and so have you, watching me the same way. Late nights of you calling me to just “catch up” on old times. Random times I would text you every other day, week, or month, just to see how you’ve been.
I knew that we both realized it was never meant to be, even though we would tell ourselves that someday it might. Just another reassurance and false hope to get us by for the time being while we chit-chat our night away.
Maybe you wanted something more, something to keep us striving. Sometimes I think you’re just saying it cause you knew what I wanted; that I secretly wanted “us” as I try to defy reality and the truth.
I guess somewhere along the line, we gave up. The conversations became shorter and our distance became longer. Our calls became less, our texts became strangers. Our lives became distant and our love just slowly died away within time.
How I used to love you and nothing more.
But then again, was it really love or just a facade for us to find comfort in each other?
- shawnzyy posted this