“We used substandard feelings. No wonder it collapsed.
Maybe the love we had was flawed, or maybe it wasn’t love after all, only a current of infatuation shaking us from where we were before because love means giving, but all we did was take everything from each other.
Maybe the warmth of your hands on my cheeks made my spine cold enough to make me drift away from you.
Maybe your mellifluous voice wasn’t the only thing needed to attract me in a room full of people.
Maybe good night texts that you sent didn’t leave me awake all night thinking of how I lucky I was to have you.
Maybe when I told you that I would wait for you forever, you put all your efforts measuring it.
Maybe it wasn’t what I thought it was.
Maybe we used substandard feelings, no wonder it collapsed. ”
Am I still supposed to force myself into believing that?