ouch. that hurt.
we were in love.

you owned my body and i owned yours.
we knew every single thing about eachother.
i was your everything.

our pact meant the world.
the world meant out pact.

when you stopped loving me;
wait when was that again?
(something i will never know)

that day i became,
someone that walked past you in the hall,
someone who had to say sorry when they bumped you,
someone who had to walk out of a room when you walked in,
someone who didn't talk to you again, 
someone who meant nothing.

i became a stranger.