Pieces.

Do you remember the ways you used to look at me? Do you remember the love we shared? I tried so hard to make it work, to hold on. Not just for myself, but for the both of us. You know what we shared was a once-in-a-lifetime type love and you walked out. I can’t believe that you actually for one second could have believed that I didn’t want you anymore. But you believed me, and I was forced to move on. I will always love you, always. Even if I’m not allowed to show it anymore.