It was as if the words I’ve ever longed to tell you are from foreign tongues. It is as if our love never did sprout and was never enough. It is as bellowing as anything I’ve ever known to feel the feeling of being alone. It is without further compression, I let you go. My grip on you is iron clad, but it seems you found another lad. At times my mind and heart may wonder but I never envisioned you having someone else of whom you consider quite fonder. My disdain isn’t in what we lost, it was the true cost of stretching the words unspoken ultimately to be here broken. My love for you is still entirely intact alas I am not. Seconds turn to minutes then to hours as even they to pass to days and before I knew it it had been 2 full years without you.