One day. The two loving people we started out as died. We stopped loving each other the same. Stopped communicating the way we once did. What started out as hours long phone conversations turned to dry text messages with either argumentative messages or small talk. What had we become? How could we go from being the world to each other to not being alive together but simply co existing?
I'll take the blame. I ran the streets. Got dirty. Brought dirt home and expected you to sweep it away under the rug. I was wrong. And for being wrong I paid the price.
We broke up again. This time, we met different people and formed new relationships. Didn't speak barely saw each other. I was so sure I wanted nothing to do with you. I was so sure that I just needed to move on. So I did. Only to realize while staring in the eyes of a bother woman that I longed for the eyes I was staring into to be yours. I woke up one morning content on the idea that is fight for you. I'd fight tooth and nail to make you mine again. I'd accept your flaws. I'd accept the mistakes we both made and take my responsibility in the death of our love. So I fought. I fought harder then I've ever fought for something.and eventually we became us again. This time I even properly asked you out.
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