The harsh reality about everything and anything is that
all great things come to an end.
Don’t get me wrong,
I’ll never forget the midnight conversations we had,
nor the times I dreamt about us being together.
Not a day will go by
where I won’t think about you,
or your plans for the day, or who you’re with.
But the hard truth is inevitable.
This isn’t me giving up.
This is just me accepting that we will never be.
You and me was a simple fantasy in my head,
but let’s face it, not all fairytales have happy endings.
I know that I’m not the best for you.
Seeing you with other guys, smiling and laughing ;
I’m beyond happy for you.
As much as it may ****
that I’m not a part of that happiness anymore,
or that I know that you’d be perfectly fine without me…
Yeah it hurts, but at least I know
that somewhere out there,
you’re having the time of your life with someone else —
something that we never could’ve had
no matter how hard I try.