We left the book open months ago.
Our love told a fantastic story,
But suddenly it fell apart.
Almost instantaneously
Our love became inked pages falling from the binding.

I loved our story,
Quite honestly I miss our story.
But, the way that our story ended wasn’t right,
A love as rich as ours shouldn’t have ended through phone calls and text messages.
It deserved an ending full of rich depth.
It deserved something much more than what we gave it.

I don’t know if you still think of me.
I doubt it.
But I think of you.
I know you moved on,
And I moved too.
But we broke it off in different places,
We called it quits when we were probably longing for each other to hold on.

It ended suddenly,
Without a final goodbye,
But with periods at the end of messages.

An improper dénouement for a fairytale.