and i used to think that 5 years from now,
we would have still been together,
that i would wake up to your messy bed head at 8 a.m.
and that my apartment would be filled with pictures of us
that breakfast at 2 a.m might be the normal for us
and like my sister said funny sad
movies about love on lazy saturday nights
would still be our "thing"
but after all, we are strangers now, aren't we?
and it is not your hand i hold anymore
and my apartment is filled with pictures
of memories made with someone much more worthy
much more amazing
but much less willing to love me back.