The moment your eyes sparkled in the midst of talking about another person is the moment my heart shattered.
Sure I kept denying that you didn't love me, that the person that you shared I love yous with wasn't just me or your family, no, it was this person that you had been in love with for ages. Deep down I know you're over my drawings,
over my sadness,
over my joy,
over me.
To get away was all I could see.
Plane tickets were the only way I could cope with the pain.
Traveling. Not running from you or your newfound lover. Traveling.
Eventually I had to come back from it all and face the fact that you were no longer my lover but their lover.