I loved him,
he was the one person I trusted,
but it wasn't right,
we weren't right.
I don't know how else to say it,
I fell out of love,
I fell out of love with my best friend, my everything.
Telling him,
telling him that although it was harder, I needed to go into this new place alone.
He didn't understand,
he thought it temporary.
I knew this,
but I couldn't tell,
did he honestly believe that we could be us again?
He did in the beginning,
but it didn't take long for him to fall in love again, without me.
This is when I wondered,
had he been in love with me,
or had he been pretending?
Did he just want someone to love him, did it matter who?
I cried.
I wondered if we had ever been in love,
and then I remembered the day.
The day he said to me, "I need to show you something,"
I followed,
he brought me up the field,
and he showed me all of the apple trees,
they were in full bloom,
pink, bright pink.
We talked,
I lazed on his legs while we rested on an apple branch.
He picked a flower off of the blooming tree.
He stuck it in my hair.
It was love.
We did love each other once.
I had been in love,
all of those memorable moments had not been fake.
The love I had was nothing less,
and the feelings I had for this boy, who would have taken care of me forever were real.
He stood by me,
but some people just lose it.
I lost it.
