That's the part
that keeps hurting me.
We didn't end.
There was no final talk,
no closure,
no last moment
to understand
what went wrong.
We just… stopped.
Stopped talking,
stopped caring,
stopped being
what we used to be.
And now I'm left
with questions
that don't have answers.
Did you lose feelings?
Did something change?
Or did I just imagine
everything we had?
Because it felt real to me.
So real
that I still can't believe
it's gone.