There are those days when you sit; alone, pondering: wondering why it ended.
You had it all. You were a great team ready to take on the world.
You were her hero as she was your heroin.
It never crossed your mind: up until that moment when you woke up and realized she was gone.
From trickles to torrents it turned; your tears becoming warmer and warmer as it sailed down your cheeks: the thought that it had ended.
That is the usual trend it takes for any breakup or so it was in my case. I could do nothing once it ended; how did I miss the signs I asked myself.
You try reaching out but then you hit the voicemail and that was the first time ever it had happened.
Just you wait. He or she would soon realize what it is they are missing out on so far as you didn't mess up, but hey if you did mess up then its cool cos we are but only humans and bound to falter once in a while.
