Requiem.

It broke. That last strand. That last tiny glimmer of hope, it broke. Now all I see is blackness. A dark end to the brightest of beginnings. I never wanted it to end like this. But it has and now I feel to powerless to stop it. To much pain has flowed from this. I sometimes see that strange circle that we made. Never blaming each other. Never blaming anyone but us. Because despite the fact that you told me that it wasn't me, I still looked for a reason. And I found them. Once I had hoped for a next time, a second chance. But when that strand broke so to did that hope. I realize now something that I should have a long time ago. Perhaps I wasn't your type in the end. Maybe you are the girl who wants her name screamed along with I love you from the tops of houses. In truth I don't know. But I do know that I am the kind of guy who plays down everything. I am fragile but I seem extroverted. I was simply happy knowing you were there, the world did not need to know. How could I know how I felt. I'm sorry I wasn't the one you were looking for. I'm sorry I wasn't the one that you needed. I sorry I wasn't the Prince Charming who would sweep you off your feet and make you forget everyone else. I am sorry. I still remember you most days. I remember what maybe went wrong. How I held so loose and then so tight. How I could not find that middle ground. I did love you. I was just unable to show it to the world. And to you.

Well.

There's not actually a lot to say. Life is just turning past me. I seem to refuse to move on. Should probably change that.