I did what I could.

When did “love” stop meaning love?

When did feelings, the strongest I had ever felt, turn to words?

Letters, nothing but. 

I don’t remember the day, the week, the month it happened,

When I stopped seeing someone behind your eyes.

Stopped feeling something beneath your chest.

It’s so strange to me to think we’ve kissed. 

When did you stop missing me?

After a week, a month, a year?

Or have you yet? I wouldn’t know.

Between us, there’s nothing left to hear.

But now you’re stuck back in Jersey with your same life and your same job and I can’t help but wonder how you are.

But since, I’ve moved on to a new life and new friends and I have to say I’m happier so far.

We were so perfect, but we were so bored. 

We lived through the pain and the lull for the comfort.

I’m not sure you care now, but just for the record:

I’m sorry for breaking us up, but it had to be one of us.