We used to be so perfect. A lot of people would call it love. I just called it trust. Then something happened along the way that put an end to all of that. I just want to know why.
Why wasn’t I enough?
Did you even know what you were doing?
Since that day my life has turned into a story. The kind I would
read and cry myself to sleep thinking about. Thinking it would never be me, not as long as I had you. But it seems the exact opposite has happened.
You became my storybook.
What happened to us? We used to be so perfect. People would
see us walking down the street, and think, “God, aren’t they cute?” Every
night would be tinted with thoughts of you, and every morning would
overflow with them. We were each others everything.
Until her.
The one who you used to be everything to, the one that used to
be your everything. She came and showed me what it’s like to lose you.
But you wouldn’t let me know, you didn’t leave me. But you
couldn’t tell her no.
Words can’t say how much it kills to live everyday with the
knowledge that I was never enough for you. Even worse was what you were
willing to do.
What happened to us?
Where did we go wrong?
Why did I forgive you? She’s coming back, I know it. Someday
she’ll be back, and she’s going to want you. That I can promise.
Maybe you’ve learned, who knows? Maybe you’ll have the
strength to tell her no for once, and people can continue to look at us
thinking, “God, aren’t they cute?”
Or maybe I’ll be stuck in the background thinking “What
happened to ‘you and me’?”
We used to be so perfect.
...sorry if I did
