Together We were Unhappy

Two different individual.

Too different individual.

Together, the two of us were too different to be more than just ‘individual’ to each other.

Too much time I spent alone in my room, getting all lovesick all over my bed.

Too much time we wasted on this weird journey together.

Two different stories, only one known ending.

Was it even about us being too different? Or is it how I am too much for you to handle?

Was it ever about us being just two individuals who were more than individuals but less than friends? Or is it how we both played the nonchalant game?

I don’t think it was about any of these weird rhetorical questions. There’s only one fact the two of us both know, a fact that is too true; together we were unhappy. Unhappily together as two.