I Thought You Were My Everything, But...
When I first loved you, I knew that this day would come. Eight years down the road. We've have been through so many ups and downs, like the back of my hand, every hello comes with goodbye, every good morning comes with good night, and every love story comes with heart break.
I knew. I always knew. But I chose to act like I didn’t. I chose to believe that I didn’t. Not only we had a great start, but we had a great story in every step of the way.
Eight full years...you held my hand when you were not supposed to; you held my hand so well that I forgot how it was like not to be held by you. You held my hand the way I wished to be held by a lover and by a friend. You held my hand in such a way that both my fingers and soul felt safe, felt found with you. Falling in love with you was so magical, that I almost willingly forgot that break ups are inevitable. Because together, we faced what was impossible. We were separated by cultures, generations, and ideas. We were living in two different worlds, but every now and then we cross oceans and meet halfway to continue our love story they way we knew how. Us.
We wrote our love story in all the arguments we had, in all the I love yous, and in all the ways we could possibly write it. Because when I loved you I poured my heart out, I poured my insecurities out, and I poured my whole life thinking that you would be the last person I will ever give my heart to. I believed with every ounce of faith left in me, that I finally met the person I was made for. I finally met the person whom everyone told me to wait for.
I convinced myself that we were going to make it. I told myself that our love was the kind of love that I wanted to grow old with. I told myself that we wouldn’t break up. And I believed that. I believed that a little too much that when we finally hit the rough road. I forgot how to live without you, and I was unwilling to live not knowing when I would taste your lips again. I had to walk away, or you'll always be there.. and i could never move on.. You left like how I saw everyone left before. You left as if it was the easiest thing you have ever done. You left and now the only thing I have are our memories…so please tell me, what am I supposed to do with all these memories? Because I love you, because I loved you. And now I have to remind myself that every hello comes with goodbye. And maybe this is finally the goodbye our hello came with.
I knew. I always knew. But I chose to act like I didn’t. I chose to believe that I didn’t. Not only we had a great start, but we had a great story in every step of the way.
Eight full years...you held my hand when you were not supposed to; you held my hand so well that I forgot how it was like not to be held by you. You held my hand the way I wished to be held by a lover and by a friend. You held my hand in such a way that both my fingers and soul felt safe, felt found with you. Falling in love with you was so magical, that I almost willingly forgot that break ups are inevitable. Because together, we faced what was impossible. We were separated by cultures, generations, and ideas. We were living in two different worlds, but every now and then we cross oceans and meet halfway to continue our love story they way we knew how. Us.
We wrote our love story in all the arguments we had, in all the I love yous, and in all the ways we could possibly write it. Because when I loved you I poured my heart out, I poured my insecurities out, and I poured my whole life thinking that you would be the last person I will ever give my heart to. I believed with every ounce of faith left in me, that I finally met the person I was made for. I finally met the person whom everyone told me to wait for.
I convinced myself that we were going to make it. I told myself that our love was the kind of love that I wanted to grow old with. I told myself that we wouldn’t break up. And I believed that. I believed that a little too much that when we finally hit the rough road. I forgot how to live without you, and I was unwilling to live not knowing when I would taste your lips again. I had to walk away, or you'll always be there.. and i could never move on.. You left like how I saw everyone left before. You left as if it was the easiest thing you have ever done. You left and now the only thing I have are our memories…so please tell me, what am I supposed to do with all these memories? Because I love you, because I loved you. And now I have to remind myself that every hello comes with goodbye. And maybe this is finally the goodbye our hello came with.
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