Did you know in this forever? That one day, I would say my love is supposed to be gone right at the day you dropped me home. I can’t tell because you were so good at telling jokes, from the ones that make me burst into a laugh, then tears. You painted the same red color all over my face with opposed feelings in my heart.

One of the jokes said, “We will always be together, even for years,” but neither a year nor being together, you betrayed those linger of words to leave me here — forever.

“You deserve someone better,” so how do I cry it out? That every piece I wanted was you. I wish I could turn the table and let you see my plate. I have enough. Even if I didn’t, can I ask us to be that “Better” so we will deserve what’s forever?

Forever in this same house, the same room, and the same couch where we used to throw anything that once was our riot — for me to yearn the way you smell after we go down for depth, the sugary taste of cigarette that bends with your lip, or a mere nudge of your hands on my hip — it turned into me sitting there like an idiot.

You were my sweet way home, for every step I made from the alley to your arms. My white witch, for every spell you cast so that I suffered a lovesick. My mystical fairy tale, for every story you wrote where I was the blind princess, and you were the heroic prince who meant to be together forever.

“I will still love you,” you loved me. For once in my lifetime, and will never have an alternative ending like those fiction books. “Maybe in another time,” and only for this time, I let my heart melt to freeze because you and her, you both know what’s happier. Than ever.

We made our forever. We part even before together.