TW: (mention of suicide)
Five years ago I loved someone. Five years ago someone loved me. Five years ago we were happy. Five years later we aren’t. We were the power couple of power couples five years ago. Now we are nothing but a rural legend being whispered on streets during Valentines Day. Our day. Or at least what used to be our day.
I remember you used to bring me a red heart box filled to the brim with my favorite chocolates. It had milk chocolate, white chocolate, dark chocolate and more. While I gave you the amount of roses equivalent to the years we were together. It seemed sweet because soon you’d have a whole bouquet of roses. You always seemed excited for your roses and I felt beyond happiness for the amount of roses I could give each year.
Now instead of the chocolates you give me heartbreak and instead of roses I give you loneliness. We once gave each other everything but now we take everything. You take everything from me but I take everything from you.
Why must you have taken the one thing from me that I couldn’t live without. I could’ve lived without my job, my friends, and my parents but why would take that one thing. All those five years ago how could you take it away from me. Why those five years ago would you take yourself away from me. Now I can’t feel the warmth in you cheeks or see you sneaking a picture of me. Why must you have put yourself 6 feet under where I can’t feel you. Why my love did you kill yourself those five years ago.
ns 15.158.61.7da2
