i want you to come back,
i want us to go back to the way things were,
to the time when we were madly in love with each other,
to the time when you couldnt even bear to be away from me for even just a day,
to the time when everything is perfect and everyday is a perfect day--
well, not exaclt perfect because we do fight a lot and most of them are about things that didnt even matter--
but to me they were perfect because theres you and theres me and the world can go **** itself because nothing can separate us then.


then.


thats the most hurtful word that i could think of that can describe whatever im feeling rght now; whatever emptiness this is.


us....then.

its so much different from the "us" now.
because theres no "us" now.
but i guess Theodore Finch is right; theres a built-in ending in everything.

And i guess this is ours.

And even though im the least bit ready for this inevitable built-in ending that we've created for ourselves,
i cant do anything but accept it.
Because you chose this...not me.
You gave up.
You left me.
And you have someone else now,
And its game over for me.