Not all love stories end happily. I know that well. 

It happened in a blink. 

I don't even remember falling for you. One day you were just a friend of mine. The next, you were everything of mine. It all suddenly made sense. The possesiveness I felt towards you, the way you gave me butterflies without even doing anything special, the way I had already memerized the way your mouth fell open when you laughed, the way you threw your head back and stomped your big feet. 

It happened in a flash. 

When we were together, I thought I liked you a whole lot. When we weren't, then I realized I love you. One day, I was the one holding your hand. The next, your hand was pushing me away. The non-stop texting, the meaningless conversations, the cheesy lines - everything vanished in thin air even before I could begin to understand. 

It happened in the time it took to look back. 

Days turned to months, and that month turned to a year. Not even a day went by when I didn't think of you, of your laugh, of your hand around my waist, of the feeling of your lips upon my cheek. Not a day went by when I didn't compare everyone around me to you, pushing everyone who tried to get close to me away. I waited so long for you. I thought you would be back. Tomorrow, I thought, tomorrow he'll come right back. Everything will be normal - tomorrow. 

I tried to hold on tight, but there's no stopping time. 

They say the heart grows fonder over time. The thing is, take enough time, and the heart often times just forgets. It's easier that way. The pain's dull when you're trying to forget. For you, I guess this is the case. 

The thing is, the ones who're in too deep can't move on so easily. Maybe you've forgotten those nights we spent staying up late, or those times we just sat and laughed. I guess you forgot your first 'I love you' or even our first kiss. I guess you forget. 

Lucky you - because hun, I'm far from forgetting. 

What is it I've done with my life?