It’s march 24, 2016 and i’m still so in love with you. Today, you told me that you were happy i broke up with you. That was when the house that was the thought of your arms around me crumbled and no longer felt like a home. It was a lie it was a lie it was a lie, those words repeat in my head and my eyes still leak when i think of what we could’ve been. What we could’ve done. Who we could’ve been if i didn’t assume. Whatever we were, are, and will be.. I hope one day i can look at you and not feel like i need to take you into my arms and hold you tightly, so i don’t have to feel aching. So i can finally numb to you like i do with any other stranger. Because that’s what we are now. Soulmates who turned into strangers.