I felt broken for a while.
It wasn't because of him, it was because of the situation itself.
It was because I was this close to love.
It was because we could have been so good together.
It was because I would end up hating him.
It was because he was already breaking me.
It was because I would have waited forever, and maybe I still am.
It was because the universe would never be on our side.
It was because no matter how bad we wanted it to work, it simply wasn't and never would be meant to be.
It was because he was so ******* perfect.