Closing my eyes, and breathing out.

I say goodbye to you tomorrow, and we won't see each other again. The moment came, as it always did, when our mistakes finally caught up. We could no longer huddle in past longings, when the truth was that we had become such separate entities. Of such disparate thoughts and understandings that growing apart was, in hindsight, inevitable. But despite our hateful prejudices, you were once loved. Truly.