In the beggining i hoped the best. but by the end, i only wished for a means to an end. A circle that continually encloses itself so much, that it wears thin. That was what we shared. 3 years, 2 months, and 16 days. Some would say that itself was an achievement, but from the eye of the beholder, it was only a time our hearts faded away. It wasn't in our plans. In wasn't in our resolve. It must have been written in the stars, cause we obviously overlooked the obvious. We didn't belong. Nor did the hollow words we would spill in times of great fear. "I love you" never really meant a thing. Atleast, thats how it seems now. If there was a pill to defeat heartache, i'd probly have overdosed on it months ago. Theres still a scar, inwhich i tread on ever so lightly. So when times get rough, I can look to the past and think; "atleast I felt alive, once in my life"