We started as a flame. Out of nowhere, we were set on fire, burning up days and nights talking and laughing and making love. And in too short of a time, our flame was gone, and you left me with ashes to sift through and clean out. I don’t feel the fire anymore and I know you don’t either. But I need you to recognize there was once one, and let me know there is still room for some burning for me in your heart.
But you won’t. I will face you for the first time today and you probably won’t even look me in the eye.
I think that’s what hurts the most.