The End of An Era.

You're done with her. You didn't run to me for some "satisfaction." But from what I gather, it's done. And we're done. It's strange. It's different this time. I have a desire to reach out - to see, perhaps. But what's the point? You never appreciated me. I, well, was crazy with you so I'm not surprised but I cared. I wish that would have been enough for the rest to make sense. It wasn't. We're not the same people anymore- I have to tell myself that everyday. Your laugh, your eyes, and your smile are the same. But it's a lie. The boy I feel in love with grew up to be a man I don't even know anymore. How'd this happen? Life pulled a part - we destroyed each other. We can't even be friends. It makes me ache. I want to so badly to make things okay, but they will never be. We'll cycle the toxic familiarity and burn us deeper.  First loves, well - they really are bitches.




I need to feel alive again. I need to feel the exhilaration of a new adventure. I'm alone but not lonely. I swear. But - everyday that passes, I'm afraid I'll never feel those butterflies again. I had one and true chance and it ran away.  What if we really do only get one great love in life? I was naive to ignite it so quickly. I'm hoping - praying to be lucky with a second great love. I'll treat it better, do it right this time. I promise.