I woke up this morning with you in my mind. Not exactly how and why, but you were the first thing on my mind, right next to the first light.
"I love you."
It's been two years already, and still I wake up to a morning like this. No amount of sadness, nor drop of bitterness - it's the truth. I love you. But we've parted ways, you turned your back on me, I had to push myself away from you. You didn't want me after all.
I was happy with you as you told me you were happy with me. But in the end, you professed "that I was never happy to begin with". You left me, broken hearted. I love you, unfortunately you couldn't reciprocate. You took my heart and left it in the cold. You took my sight and left me blind in the dark.
You took away Truth - the only thing I hold on to. The Truth I've treasured since the beginning of life, snatched away in seconds.
Two years. How long shall it take for Truth to be back in my arms?