The promises are becoming hard to keep, the emptiness is hard to bare.
Your eyes… They were so blue, so soft and full of admiration but now I can’t see the light anymore, you used to be so beautiful.
What’s the point of being with you just one more day when the “us” became nothing but “you and I” a long time ago. We’re so cruel to be kind, neither can accept the ending, why? Because we’re refusing to go back to the start.

So here we are, another miserable year passed and all I can think about is being free from you. Does that make me horrible? Is this me trying to leave you… again?
One late night I sat on my drive way, peacefully with a cigarette in my hand and iced coffee in the other thinking of possible ways to understand where we are and why we are who we are to each other.
Just like that I understood and just like that I saw what I’ve been forcing myself to ignore this whole time I was in love with you.

We grew up to grow apart.
It’s too much.