We grooved together with a rhythm so beautiful that I could feel the moment turned into poetry.

We were in ways I can’t seem to grasp. We moved like fluid, scattering our love throughout each other. We moved along, out of our eyes and through our veins. It was unintentionally and in turn, unconditionally.

He was the love of my life, but life moves on.

I told you I loved you, but I said it a little too late. You move in time and sometimes our timing is against one another.

If you loved him once, you’ll love him forever. You never stop — there’s no backing out. You still love him, you’re just no longer in love with him.

Did the flames thrive and my eyes speak truth? Was my fire not enough for you?

As he stood in the darkness, his eyes glistened and that’s when I knew my light found its traction.

The perfect relationship is defined by you. It’s not defined by what you read or the unrealistic expectations people give to validate themselves.

In theory, I never loved you. I loved us. That’s what everyone forgets.