“So, what’s your story?”
You asked, and I told you about all the lovers I’ve had, the memories I kept and the hearts I’ve broken. I told you who I was, who I am and who I wanted to be.
I told you about love, and that I loved you.
Little did I know, that the next time I was going to hear that question, you would appear like an unfinished dream.
“What about you, what’s your story?”
And I’d feel every piece of my heart disintegrate again as I try to remember my story I told you, my story without you.