If life were a movie, we would have been back together by now. We would have met when we double booked the same room in a hotel and somewhere during the negotiations, you would have asked me out. We would have realised that we were still in love and had the happiest two weeks of our lives together. Then, you would have announced that you were engaged to be married and left, only to turn up at my house two days later and explain that you had called it off. You would have asked me to marry you and we would have tied to knot within weeks in a lavish, fairytale wedding.

We would have grown old together, watched our children grow up and become parents themselves. We would have lived happily ever after and died peacefully, resting in each other's arms.

But life isn't a movie. Life isn't even a bad romance novel. We broke up four years ago and now you're married. You have everything you could have ever wanted, a loving wife, an adorable daughter, seemingly unlimited funds, thousands of fans. I have nothing I am even remotely interested in and my life has reached rock bottom. I'm hung up on the guy I fell in love with at twenty six and now I'm doomed to live alone forever and die a spinster.

In some ways, that's a good thing. You're happy and so I'm happy for you. I'm determined not to fall in love again because then I'll have betrayed you and I'll feel truly awful. At least I'll never be heartbroken again.

But I will never forget you, anything about you, any second of the time we spent together. I'll remember the time you took me to Hawaii for a week, just so you could spend more time with me. I'll remember the time we sat down together and spoke about where we pictured ourselves in twenty years time. We said together.

I hope that wherever you are at this second, you're happy. I want you to give your wife the life I know you're so easily capable of giving her, show her the love you showed me, even if you don't remember me any more. Was I ever anything more than a toy to you? When you broke up with me, you sure didn't seem to care about the way you had fractured my heart.

I love you. I always will. But maybe I wasn't meant to be the princess in your fairytale, the Juliet to your Romeo.

My life isn't a movie. And it never will be.

This is like the third thing I've written this week that's like this. I don't know why, there's nothing very depressing going on in my life right now, I'm just in the mood to write depressing stuff. I know it's incredibly sort, but that's kind of the point.

You can make it whatever couple you want, no names are mentioned. Cookies to everyone who can guess what couple I was thinking of when I wrote this.

**Spwarkle**