Strangers with memories
What I know for sure is that nothing last forever. A smile you once thought was genuine, a wish you once made, a love you once thought was forever.
Nothing is permanent. Everything eventually drifts away, and changes. Just like the seasons.
Life is a revolving door. Nothing can stay the way it is. People come, people leave. Life begins, life ends. Love happens, and love ends. Strangers become lovers, and lovers become strangers. We are two strangers, with a lifetime of memories, pain, hurt and damaged love.
We lie to ourselves, and to each other, that we are happy with others. Deep inside we know we messed up, badly. Deep inside we know we could give anything to have it back, and keep it from going bad. Deep inside we know we were perfect. Deep inside we don’t understand why we are not together. Deep inside. That part of us which we run away from. That part which tells us we are incomplete.
The empty side of the bed laughs at me. My deep inside pities me. I hate that he is with her. I hate that he is happy. I hate it all. I hate it.