and, really, the saddest part of it all was that i wasn’t sad

i told him that i hated him, and
he never showed me love ever again.



i believed we were born to meet each other
never before, had such a thought crossed my mind.
but it became so,
who we are,
as we were born,
as we became
it was all, so we could
meet each other
and that was that.
never to fall in love
never to have a fight
never to forget.

just to meet,
and let that
be that.

This must end,

for his memory,

I must forget.