When we met, there were shy looks, shy smiles, and nervous laughter.
When we met, there was, undeniably, a spark.
When we dated, there was passion, and love. Or at least what felt like it.
When we dated, there was lust.
When we became comfortable, too comfortable, we fought a silent fight.
When we became comfortable, we forgot how to communicate. We became complacent.
When it became too hard, you left. I stayed.
When we parted ways, we did a damage that couldn’t be undone.
And now all we’re left with is the memory of what used to be, when it was good, and when we tried.
We became culprits of this throw-away society; we let go too easily. And now only empty speech and unexplored feelings is left to fill the space between us.
You and I, simplified, is the harsh reality that not everything can be fixed.