Out of Love
They say all good things
come to an end,
but never did I think that included us.
What we had was beautiful.
You loved me in a way
I never thought I could be loved.
Our love was messy,
but it was ours.
It was imperfectly perfect.
Even though our love is now history,
that doesn't make it any less real.
You loved me,
and I loved you.
But amidst our love,
time and distance played their part too.
They did what they do best,
and in the end,
our love faded.
Or maybe it didn't fade.
But it certainly wasn't the same anymore.
The effortless things suddenly felt like hard work.
Your touch became more foreign with each meeting,
and every conversation felt like goodbye.
Once upon a time, we fell in love.
But instead of happily ever after,
we fell out of love.
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