...lying.

I woke up and you were gone, reminding me of the cold of winter coming. Summer passes and so did you, coming into my life like a midsummer monsoon, leaving me ecstatic, excited and broken into tiny pieces.

Everything looks grey, blurry and I feel lonely. I watched you tear me apart and tell me it was all right. I trusted you and you fled, leaving me drained, taking my colours and leaving the cold behind. And your scent. That heavenly smell will keep me up at night, haunting my dreams and reminding me that we happened. We DID happen, and now it’s over. It passed and you have probably forgotten about me by now. I don’t blame you, I’m easy to forget when my feelings aren’t honest, and my hands did only write lies on your body. But your warmth kept me company, and I do not have regrets. I do not believe in mistaken decisions, and I’m truly sorry if I ever took the wrong ones with you. We were never meant to be, and it took you longer to realize than it did me. Why I stayed, you ask? Because us humans are no more than that, and hope really IS the last thing to leave us. I hope for you to be happy, but no more than I hope the same thing for me. Why we couldn’t do it together no one knows nor will we ever know. I just wished shortly it could have worked.

I woke up and you were gone. When I stretched my hand I understood. You had already left. No need for complicated conversations or hurtful goodbyes. You had finally understood me too, and couldn’t handle it. I take full responsibility and hope only the best for you. I promise I will miss you, and the person I pretended to be for a while. I was just trying to find myself, but I found you instead.