Artistic Licence

I thought we were a pair. Us against the world, that sorta thing.

Naive me, so optimistic that proximity would bring things in our favour. That there was no way you could stay distant when I was a living memory before your eyes daily. That with a breather, you'd see me like you once did. Oh, foolish heart of mine! On the one hand, the only way this is forgivable is if this turned out to be your one true love. Truthfully, that would also be the most painful ending to this story.