Our love was so pure,
fallen from the skies;
like raindrops from the clouds
formed from a goddesses eyes—

love letters written, so beautiful and sweet,
unending poetry, that made me smile and weep.

I had almost forgotten
that you wrote him love letters, too;

that you did things with him
that we’d always do:

you made more time for him,
even though he abused you,

but yet, he never only
chose you.

it was...