I have been doubting love for as long as I can remember.
I was once a victim of that so called ‘love’.
Gave too much and received a little.
Loved too deep and fell too hard.
I was a witness to a true love that wasn’t enough.
They loved each other, but love alone couldn’t keep
them together.
They were hurt too much and sacrificed a lot.
But sadly, the love they thought would last, ended
bitterly.
When they met, they knew next to each other was
what they wanted.
They believed in forever and made a vow.
For better or for worse.
But death didn’t do them apart.
Love was never enough, but they tried.
And tried
And tried
They tried until there was nothing left to fight
for.
They knew they loved each other,
But they needed to let go.
They loved each other so much they had to let each
other go
To save the other from all the pain
It was for the best.
Maybe one day they’ll meet somewhere,
Maybe in a place they used to go to,
Maybe by accident, or by fate.
Maybe someday they can look at each other and
smile.
Maybe they can have coffee together and talk like
old friends.
Maybe not to start over, but to thank each other
for letting go.
For loving each other truly even if it means that
they’ll be happier apart.
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