There was an odd sense of comfort.
And yet we couldn’t have been more different.
We had our own world.
It turned out to be a bubble.
There was always something inherently familiar.
But when it was all over, I wondered if we’d ever met.
It was supposed to be us against the world.
Yet in our most intimate moments, we turned against each other.
We promised and swore to love – unrestrained, boundless.
And then we brought out the worst in each other.
There was a charm.
And now it’s broken.