the honeymoon phase they call it. you both can’t get enough of each other, your each others every thoughts, dreams, and smile. it feels like their the person you’re going to spend the rest of your life with. you’re happiness. you’re person. but then as time passed those dreams turn into nightmares, the smile turns into tears, and the thoughts turn into pain, heartache, and sadness. you didn’t know that last kiss on the forehead as he was leaving in the morning was going to be the last, or the last hug goodbye would be the final time you’d be wrapped in his arms, intertwined, getting the sent of his cologne as he walks out the door.

the last everything.

final everything.

‘you’re person’. he’s gone. vanished from your life in the split of a second. having to try to remember the sound of his voice, hearing his favourite song on the radio- not him playing it and singing it with you.

trying to remember the memories of what you were. then thinking what you could’ve been. “maybe if i didn’t say this” “maybe if i tried harder” “maybe if i was more pretty, more his type” more this more that. just better. maybe just maybe it could’ve worked out better in the end.

maybe there could’ve been one more kiss, one more sleepover, one more good dream.

but again, that’s why people call it the honeymoon phase. it doesn’t last forever.