Drifting Apart

Drifting Apart

parole di asillauna

My shirt was gently blown by the cold wind as if it was trying to make me feel better.

Who am I kidding, though?

Even the cold breeze can't take away the exhausting ache I'm experiencing within. As because it was the result of taking a gamble.

I had no idea.

I had no idea how quickly things would change. It was just too swift for my bare eyes, and it suddenly came to a standstill when it was about to end. We're coming to a close.

It's funny how our I love yous vanished into thin air.

It was hilarious to watch your exquisite little hand gently slide away.

It's funny how my serene kisses become no longer blissful.

It's funny how I became so used to holding your slender waist every morning that it became my duvet since it masks the tears I taste.

Isn't it comedy gold? Isn't it fun to see you drifting in my hands as you haste to embrace somebody else?

It had been three years since I had seen you for the first time. You drew a lot of attention. You radiated like a gemstone. Indeed, you were that lovely, babe.

Because of the glint in your eyes when you gaze at him, I already knew I didn't stand a chance. It was an eloquent expression of affection - of that adoration.

I had no idea what had just happened; it was like something out of a movie. It was all a haze. We collided as tears splattered across your lovely pale face. Then, I knew we had one connection.

I was the happiest man on the face of the planet.

But, what exactly happened?

You were slowly slipping away from my grasp.

You were gently walking away from me with your back on me.

You were slowly saying how I should move on.

Are you willing to move on? How can I move on when I've been entrenched and passionately enthralled by your charming gaze since the beginning? I was head over heels in love! That it's a load of nonsense.

You were slowly but steadily strangling me! You were starting to drift apart!

How did you manage to do this?

I did nothing but love you. I do not even despise you; I adore you. And, as each of my breathing days went, I'll always love you.

But, sweetheart, you're a phony.

What made you turn away and let go?

What is it that is causing you to drift apart?

What pushed you to drift apart?

—love, me.