I’m at that point:
The point where you realize you’ve truly lost someone.
Someone you cared about, loved, had memories with and couldn’t imagine yourself without.
The point where you realize you messed up badly. The point of no going backwards.
That’s where I’m at.
I realized I’ve tried to hard and wondered to long how to fix it that I just let it fall apart. I was never enough for them. They would always pick someone else over me and I couldn’t stand that even if I did the same. Even if I put others before our friendship I expected them to put me first.
I’m at the point when you know it’s over. It’s never going to be the same. No matter how giant your efforts, how sincere your comments, you can’t/won’t win them back.
I’m at the point where my words become poetic, my tears become art, my movements become a dance. The point where vulnerability is the only word to describe you.
And you think it’s not fair.
And you wish you could take it back.
And you know it’s never going to happen.
That’s the point when you realize this friendship, relationship, bond, what have you, is over. And it’s been over for a long time. And you just never realized too late was a long time. Forever never really existed. Best friends can’t be broken but maybe best friends was the never case. Or true love was never case. Or your dreams were never really connected.
And everyone knew it was done.
Everyone except you.
Why didn’t you see it, you silly child?
It was perfect.