Do you remember us? It's what I ask myself whenever I'm alone. I wonder where you are and if someone else became your home. I never knew that love existed until I met you, even though we shared these imperfections. You were the brightest day and the darkest night. You danced around my mind, as I thought about your lips and the taste you left behind. You were part of me. You were love and you were hate, but like all things, you were gone when we reached a certain stage. I always wanted to live a life of honesty, and honestly, I would have loved to have you here beside me. I would have given you everything I had to stare at those eyes that gave me reasons to belong. I was yours, but were you ever mine? It's how the story goes. We feel connected. We feel beautiful. We hold the world for a while, but when it ends, there's nothing left to bring us back to life.