10 years ago I met a guy, we created our own version of heaven but then he left and being in heaven alone felt a lot like hell.
So 9 times like a cat I tried to bring our love back to life. But he always chose her.
Her with a body shaped like an 8 and some days I don’t blame him. Really.
But the heartbreak I felt then should be listed as one of the 7 wonders of the world. Heck it pales them.
He said “I was young, I didn’t know better”
I said even 6 year olds know how to say sorry.
He said it and looked at me expectantly like he deserved 5 gold stars.
All I really wanted to hear was that 4 letter word especially when its part of that over used 3 word phrase but like always it didn’t come.
Its 2 a.m. and instead of sleeping I am trying to convince myself he is not my the 1. And I’m failing miserably.