I was cleaning my room and i found a small box with a poorly carved heart
in it were polaroids we took and a note you left me the night you left a year ago
and i began to wonder why did i keep the note
why did i keep the only reminder i have of the night i lost everything
"its not you its me" how fucking cliche
when i finished reading i felt as if i had been punched in the gut
there was just a deafening silence
3 months later i walk into the coffee shop downtown and im in the sitting area writing stupid poems and i hear a sweet and soothing voice and i glance over and the girl in the apron behind the counter has completely blown me away
i look for like 6 seconds and she looks so i look away in an instant
i come back the next day and maybe this day ill have the courage to ask her out
or just buy a coffee and not have the guts to have a conversation with her
im in the sitting area once more and i walk to the counter and ask for a frappe and you make it for me i thank you and i walk away, there goes all my courage
the cartoon devil and angel on my shoulder climb into my brain fighting over what i should do
eventually the angel won
luckily youre on break
i walk up to you and tell you my name and you tell me yours and after 10 minutes of getting to know one another i ask you out on a date and as anxiety wraps his hand around my throat you say yes and he loosens it
we plan a date for saturday night
i drive to your house and on the way on the highway a car flipped over with ambulances on the scene i hope the driver is okay
i pull into your driveway and i go to your door and you open it as im about to knock and holy shit you look so beautiful
we go to a restaurant of your choosing that ive never been to before and we talk about our childhood, and our current lives and i pay for the check and we head out
we still have time to spare so i ask if you wanna go stargazing and you happily agree
we drive up and luckily no one else is around i turn on the radio and we lay on the hood of the car and this turns into a daily thing for after our dates
a month later we're happily together as a couple and your family loves me and my family loves you and i stop by the coffee shop everyday to say hi and grab a cup of coffee
but forward to 7 months later as things went downhill
we were living together
you barely looked at me anymore
you never wanted to go on dates or stargazing
you were never in the shop when i came in as if you were hiding from me
i walked into my room and there was a note from you
you were leaving me
a year later I was cleaning my room and i found a small box with a poorly carved heart
in it were polaroids we took and a note you left me the night i found your note a year ago
and i began to wonder why did i keep the note
why did i keep the only reminder i have of the night i lost everything
"its not you its me" how fucking cliche