♥He was perfect every day
but she wasn't

His blue eyes always sparkled
bringing her such happiness

But nothing she did stirred him

She felt plain and boring and frumpy

Every day

He was perfect every day
until the day she left

♥ Remember how you needed me?

How staying up past midnight, IMing one another,
was part of our weeknight routine?

How the miles between us were meaningless
compared to the intimacies we shared via texts and phone calls?

Weekends together being the only thing
that got us through our week.

I remember:

That first time you walked into my bedroom in that dark blue sweater,
holding my face in your hands as you kissed me.

Hearing you say that I was your best friend and
knowing this was more than casual.

The heartbreak that I never again want to revisit.

But do you? Do you remember how you needed me?