flowers always die in the end

goodbye,

when you first say hello you don't know what you're getting yourself into,

but relationships blossom with time, and ours did,

i can scroll through pictures of days filled with laughter, sunshine, and smiles,

i can open my messages and be reminded of the late night conversations about anything and everything,

i want it back, i want it back, i want it back,

even the sad days were better than the ones without you,

i kind of knew i was saying goodbye the last time we met, but didn't expect it to last an eternity,

but now we're drifting away, and becoming what we once were, strangers

never have i known a more bittersweet cycle,

of loving someone, and losing them to time, to life,

-we weren't meant to last forever, but i wish we did