Three Words

You tossed out those three words so casually, yet they sliced through me deeper than any blade ever could. All the memories we made over the years had been reduced to absolutely nothing. And the cruelest cut is you didn't even glance my way. I'm just another stranger, not the girl who knew the exact shade of blue your eyes became when you were happy. How could we possibly be so utterly over?

I laid everything bare for you, and it was a torment I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. Every last piece of me was yours until you gambled it all away. So, now I watch the world blur past. All smeared greys and muted blues. Is this truly all that's left of us? I've got this gnarly knot that twists in my gut, and I know I should despise you. But underneath, there’s just this empty space where we used to be.

And God, how I needed you to be okay. Even as a tiny voice inside me screamed that it was a bottomless pit, I threw in my heart along with my savings. I told myself it was for us. But deep down, I knew I did it because I loved you. I loved the idea of you: the boy who once penned me poems, the one I fell for before the light faded from his eyes. I was just buying a little more time in a dream that was crumbling to dust.

I tried to pull you back from the edge. Because I thought if I could just fix you, we could go back to the way things were. But it seems that you can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved. How could I ever hope to piece together the fragments of your soul when you were the one determined to shatter them anew? And I did what any fool in love would do. My heart bears the scars of a love that was never enough to fix what you insisted on breaking.

You took the money and walked away. Just like that. Leaving me standing there in the ruins of our love with nothing but a heart overflowing with sorrow. Now I wonder if any of it was real. Was any of it ever truly us? Or was it all just a beautiful illusion, destined to shatter in the end? I don’t know the answers anymore. All I know is the world churns on, while my own has agonizingly ceased to be. These raindrops wash away the tears I can’t seem to cry. Because what’s the point? They won’t bring you back. I’m not just losing you, but the us we were. And maybe that's the hardest loss of all.

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