three years ago, I hesitantly explored the blue oceans of your eyes and discovered what it felt like to feel loved. you healed a broken girl- picked up the pieces and put me back together, leaving bits of you as you worked.

two years ago, you took my healed and happy heart on top of the ferris wheel and promised to never give up on us. we spent that year running around the fields, kissing in the snow and under the rain, and imagining our future.

one year ago, we were laughing under the stars in that field, loving each other madly, and enjoying what I didn't know would become our lasts.

today, you are somewhere happy ( I assume), and I am here.
tonight, I will drown in the memory of those blue eyes I fell for three years ago.
tomorrow, it will **** me, and my exhaustion of this pain will let it-


because loving you was the best thing I ever knew, but apparently I was not for you.