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We're over. The promises that we made to each other, the dreams we weaved together, the stories we spun, are still stuck in my mind, mocking me.
Everything that we lost ourselves building, has now reduced to dust.
The promises of forever, happy ever afters, good days, are all a distant memory now, sometimes even unfathomable.
You and I, the people who were always connected to each other, like two pages of a book, are now poles apart. Both of us rotting in our misery, unable to fight the battles, unable to live.
Maybe, I was at fault all along, maybe, you were, too.
Maybe, always making you feel like you could come home to me, always fall back on to me, like I could handle the weight of your emotions while I, myself, was breaking, was where I went wrong.
Being your rock, took a toll on me, exhausting me, to my limits, making me feel lifeless, while all I wanted to was fly.
Maybe, you turned me into the bird with a broken wing, taking away my ability to soar.
Maybe, trying to mend your soul, losing myself while patching you up, was how I ended up ruining myself.
Always treating you with utmost caution, like you were the one made of glass, was what made me lose all my strength and succumb to this mind-numbing weakness.
And your never being what you always promised to be, was what made it even harder for me to survive.
Maybe, always being strong enough to love you, even the situations you were hard to love in, was how I forgot to love myself, and somehow, you did, too.
Maybe, our beginning, the first time we met, the first time we exchanged a smile, the first time the sparks flew, the first time we touched, was the beginning of the end.
The end of me.
The end of you.
The end of us.
Maybe, sparing all my thoughts for you, was how I ended up never thinking about myself.
Maybe, making you believe that you could lean on me and I didn't need any emotional support, was how I set myself up for this pain.
Maybe, expecting you to reciprocate the love I gave to you, was how I wrote down heartbreak in my destiny.
Maybe, not telling you that you were losing me, was how I lost myself. ~Akshita