“We were almost fine, almost together.”

And I’ll miss you, without saying a word.

I told the stars about you.

I loved you even when it hurt.

In the end you learn when to let go and when to hold on.

I loved you as Icarus loved the sun- too close, too much.

All the poetry in the world could not put us together again.

The worst goodbye is the one you never thought you’d have to say.

How sad, to face a future without the one you planned it with.

If it isn’t Happy Ending yet, keep writing.

We’ll go slow, together,

I wish it had meant as little to me, as it did to you.

And life went on. It was not the same, but it went on.

Who you want and who you need and sometimes two different people.

Of all the lies I have ever lived, my favorite was You and I.

Almost. Maybe. Perhaps. Nearly. So close- A collection of the saddest words.

And nobody is winning the war inside me.