You used to look at me, and the words "beautiful" would fall from your lips. Now you refrain from even looking in my direction.
You used to talk to me, to see further than surface woes. Now you only speak to me when there is no other alternative.
You used to hold me, because you felt it too, that being held meant we weren't alone. Now you seem to act as though my touch were ice.

What happened between us, to make our dreams fade and dissapear so quickly? Or was it that we never had anything to build on?

I look at myself, and I see the beauty you only pretended to recognize. I search my soul, and find the words that show who I really am. I lack anyone's phsyical touch, but am less alone than I ever was with you.

I see that you weren't the one.

I wonder why you're so eager to leave us as less than friends.

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And I am crazy for blogging about this.