Birds cirlced overhead, swarming in the night sky before scattering away like pollen in the breeze. The night was cold, crisp and biting, but your words were the coldest of all. My eyes had drifted from your gaze, to the dark void above us. Stars squinted down at us, twinkling like distant lanterns over a midnight sea. To them, we are no more than a sliver of light, as they are to us. In that moment, I felt that reality to its utmost. I hadn't realised one person could fracture another's heart so greatly. I did not dare look into your eyes as you spoke words that shattered my soul, perhaps even further if I had fallen into the depths of your ametheyst gaze.

"I'm sorry Liv." Your words were rugged, distant and final. And they had ruptured something inside of me, it had felt as if my heart was being clawed out, hollowed untill its contents were drained. We hadnt even dated. Not properly. But I was in-love with you, thoroughly. You was in love with your girlfriend, and you were getting married in a month. Despite the expectance of this news, my heart did not restrain itself from being completley shattered.

Now, looking back, that night was a blur. My memories of us have dissolved like sand slipping through fingers, but I know, deep down, it still holds the pain you put me through. But I simply cannot hate you, knowing that you allowed me to love, and to be loved. And that was a blessing.