I don't own anything.


After everything.

This is how we end.

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Not just how we end.

This is the end.

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Of us.

Our friendship.

Our love.

Our everything.

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What went wrong?

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Now that. That right there.

That is a loaded question.

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Would you like to hear it?

Did you want me to explain it to you?

Shall I just make a list then…?

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1. I was insane.

2. You were insane.

3. It was a power game. (That could never be won, but was always lost.)

4. I loved you.

5. You loved me.

6. We loved each other. (And we really shouldn't have.)

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That's the abbreviated version. Trust me…I could go on.

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Sometimes…sometimes God is cruel.

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He brings two people together.

And deludes them into thinking that this…this right here….that this is everything.

This…this love…it's all I will ever need.

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But of course. It isn't.

And it hurt like fucking hell when it's gone.

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Pride goes down the drain, just like our love.

And I'm left in a crumpled pile on the ground.

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The worst of it though…

The worst of it is that I think…I think…

That I might still love you.

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But you're already gone.

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And you no longer love me…