I will never understand this.
We agreed, daily, that we were stronger than any other couple we knew.
We knew that we loved each other, more than any average pair.
We knew from the start that we were destined for forever.
You promised me forever, every day.

So when you said it was over, I knew you were angry.
But when is anger enough?
How can any emotion be more important than love?
Love.
Isn't that supposed to be our ultimate goal in life?

After 2 months on my own, I asked you
"Is it really over? Is it because you don't love me anymore?"
I begged you to say to me that you didn't love me anymore.
"I can't do that"
two months without me, and you still loved me.
But you didn't want me back.

3 more months, and you still can't speak to me.
Is it because you still love me?
Maybe you weren't ready for love.
Maybe you panicked.
But you couldn't tell me why.

You still can't tell me why.
But everyone tells me you've moved on.
You promised me, when you left, that you wouldn't.
That what you really needed was time on your own.
But how much time were you really alone?

and I wonder if you love her,
the way that you loved me?
Or if she's just a body to keep you warm.

I can't figure this out.
I can't understand.
But I know that I still love you.
I know that I can't move on.
I know that I promised you forever, and I meant it.

Forever.
Until the day my soul disperses through the atmosphere,
forgetting what love is.