Us

I wish that we could talk the way that we used to, where you would say something and make my heart flutter, or skip a beat. But now it’s not the same, well at least like it used to be. It’s the same identical responses every time. I look forward to your call every night but somehow still don’t get one. As I sit here writing this, you are probably asleep. Not even thinking about me, like I think about you. Thinking how you are the only person I want to see tomorrow and the last person I want to talk to. But that will never happen. You have left me on read for the last time and I have given up. The words come easier than before and I think it is because my brain has given up. It has decided that I don’t need to continue down this dark path that I navigate through blindly. Hoping to come out the other end in one piece. But somehow every time another piece gets chipped off and my heart breaks slowly. I have given up on us, our friendship. But I know that an “us” was never a possibility to you. It was something you never thought would happen.