WHAT I ONCE HAD

Every time I read about those

characters, the

boy and the

girl,

who refuse to

separate even though they’re

never happy together,

I get

reminded

of myself.

Myself, and that

girl I met.

The girl who said she

liked me.

The girl who seemed to

Understand me

So well. As if she saw a part of

herself

in me.

As I saw a part of

myself

in her.

She seemed so

Mature,

So reflected,

So wise.

And when she said

those three words,

I told her yes.

But we never talked much.

We never

kissed

or

Held hands.

We never exchanged

happy moments.

But even if we never

created a world

like that,

we did not leave each other.

It was as if,

if we did,

we would

lose

something

important.

But now, she’s gone.

Now, I don’t have that

anymore.

She just

left,

A few messages

On the SMS,

unstable

words of a

Breakup.

And I feel

lost.

As if a part of me

is searching.

Searching for that

That I once had,

but that I cannot find.

Lost