I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us. How we met and the sparks flew instantly, and people would say they're the lucky ones. I used to know my place was the spot next to you, now I'm searching the room for an empty seat cause lately I don't even know what page you're on. A simple complication, miscommunications lead to fall out, so many things that I wish you knew. so many walls up I can't break through.

Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room and we're not speaking. I'm dying to know is it killing you like its killing me. I don't know what to say since the twist of fate when it all broke down and the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now. Next chapter.