It was 11pm in the beginning of February.
There was a group text.
It was like the universe aligned.
Months of friendship and flirting,
Until you finally won my affection.
Smiles and laughs became cuddles and hugs.
You give me a ring pop in the cheesiest of ways.
Everything is perfect.
And then the storm hits and the world I built for us shatters.
Broken glass and pieces of my heart everywhere.
I cut myself repeatedly trying to fix it, while you walk away.
But it was your gun that fired first.
As I sit here crying,
Surrounded by all the broken pieces,
I hope for a miracle that I figure out how to put them back together.
I thought we were golden like daylight.
I was wrong.
We were a supernova,
And our light dimmed out.