Lover

Oh lover, do you remember the first time I reached out to you? The period of time where I tried to set you up with my best friend. The time where I teased you endlessly. When I fell for you it was dynamic, in every sense of the word. You entered my own solar system, and I orbited around you. Memories of us dance in my head all the time. Lights flashing. Peoples laughter. Our smiles. Then one day it was all gone. All gone and sacrificed for the future. I tell myself everyday, that it was for your own good and that I mustn't be selfish. The violin cannot play itself, it needs to be played. The strings need to pulled and tightened. Only then can it play a piece that captivates you and makes you hold your breath. Our relationship was a piece that we never gotten around to finishing. I refuse to believe this is the end of something so breathtaking. Yet it was your decision and I want to respect that. I'm sorry lover. For not fighting when I had the chance to.