I think I mixed my life with all the movies that I’ve seen they taught me broken hearts get fixed, in the end, that the love gathered through out the years will reset the screen. I let you go too quickly, said goodbye over the phone a choice that felt so simple till I faced the nights alone. And now you’re loving someone new, and I’m stuck replaying us learning the hardest lesson life doesn’t run on scripted trust. I hate how stereotypical my heartbreak turned out to be I had to lose the best of you to see what you were to me. I thought you’d circle back around, like characters always do but endings don’t rewrite themselves just cause I wanted you. And maybe this regret of mine was never meant to pass maybe the truth is painfully kind, some stories aren’t made to last. Somedays i wish you would have asked me to stay, But losing you taught me something I keep holding to my chest sometimes love won’t bring you back, and that’s how I learn the rest.