My first real love.
That's what you'll always be.
Everything with you just felt right.
You felt right.
Our love was once that love.
That love that I always fantasized about.
That love I wanted to hold on to forever.
It was as real as it felt.
But along the way it changed.
It began hurting.
It began being confusing.
But I couldn't leave because I'd convinced myself you weren't temporary, and I didn't want to be wrong.
I couldn't leave because it had just all been so different with you and I still wanted it to be, but I failed to accept that it wasn't anymore.
We'd run our course and I couldn't see that.
And if I'd just left when I knew I was supposed to.
I perhaps wouldn't have ended up in these ruins yet again.

© janet k.