Sometimes love doesn't mean long nights on the beach or endless phone calls at 3am, or showing up at midnight, offering to cuddle until the hurt leaves,
it's wishing the other person remembers you, even if it means it is the last time.
And sometimes, we were just not meant to be.
There was once when you looked at me like I meant the world, and I looked at you like you put all the stars in my sky; but alas, stars are just dead remnants of something used-to-be.
You gave me the bare truth: "You want to know how I knew? Because you are crying now, and I feel nothing." And yet I still wonder, where did I go wrong?