What is it like to have loved and lost?

Were the moments stolen from fate worth the inevitable? And when we laid together, wrapped in that old, plaid blanket, watching cheesy rom-coms, could you feel the seconds ticking by? Every exhale was one of exhaustion. Counting the minutes we had left, knowing each one was something we’d never get back. Sleeping felt like a waste. Did my friends notice the bags under my eyes? Would I still be able to feel your arms wrapped around my waist, from when you turned on those overplayed, pop love songs, and we swayed under the stars? Each day that I could fall asleep calling you my own felt like a victory.

What is it like to have loved and lost?

Because I have only been loved and won.