The dreams I saw of us. Oh, the dreams I had of us.
The hours I have spent having a reverie about our beautiful vacations on an Island by the beaches. The house we would own and make it our home. Our most favourite things; the shared meals we would have and the long walks we would take. The dates we would go on and the places we would see. The little ones we would bring in this world and the dog we would name Murphy. The endless passionate love making we would have and the countless nights we would share.
The restless parts of the life would not feel that bad because I would have you. And every trouble that would come our way, we would face them like fighters and become warriors. Of course, we would have fights; the drunken nights and the days we would spend fighting over anything and everything; over something petty or crucial. But all of that would be okay since every night when we would resort to be, we would reconcile with a kiss and a conversation. Or who knows, maybe a morning kiss or a home cooked luncheon.
But, sadly, the world will not witness this. Our relationship did not give my words and dreams to breathe and put them into pictures or reality. The “if’s” and the “I wish’s” will what remain of us, the “would have” will always haunt us.
I have failed you and you have failed me. We have failed each other.
These moments are the end of something beautiful I had in my life, but not anymore.
I hope life gives you good lemons so that you would always enjoy the lemonade. I wish you the best. I hope the time will teach you to be kinder, gentler and more humble.
I hope love does not fail you again.
For the last time,