What do you do when the person you love lives hundreds of miles away?
Hoping for the fairy tale that is only going to end in the nightmare.
We wanted different things, you wanted me. I wanted the distance. Perfect.
We hadn't seen each other for far too long. I had been waiting for the day to be reunited to come so we no longer had to have the long distance messages, the late night phone calls, the endless "I wish it could have worked" conversations.
But then it stopped.
No replies, no late night phone calls, instead of "I wish it could have worked" it was "I guess it wasn't meant to be".
The memory of your voice was becoming a faint hum in my head, the touch of your hand along my soft back becoming a distant longing wish.
You no longer wanted me, you no longer needed me; you had moved on.
The reunion of our university friends was slowly getting close and closer.
What would you say to me? Would she be there? Could we rekindle something that had already passed?
All my fears hit me at once. You had changed to everyone else, even down to those trainers that I had always hated had been replaced for designer shoes.But you were the same, to me. The silly smile, the bad jokes. "The Look."
The attraction was still there. I still wanted you but I knew it was too late.
Minutes into seeing you, you made me feel like my world had stopped and those around me were oblivious. I felt beyond anything I had ever experienced. Lost.
Every moment from our past, voided. The path I was hoping would lead me back to you. To, you needing me. The fate of "us". The longing heartache, the lonely dark nights. My perfect ending had gone.
You had gone.
