The truth is, my darling, that time has passed and we have grown. And yes, I do love you. And yes, that has everything to do with this poem. Loving you has everything to do with who we’ve turned into, and who we’ve grown to become. Loving you has everything to do with the truth about us, the truth about you in regard to me, and the truth about me, in regards to you.

The truth about us is that regardless of our love for eachother, our self-interest was greater. The truth about us is that with eachother, we finally learned about how love and self-interest weren’t mutually exclusive. We cared for eachother, yes, more than we’d ever bother to admit. But as our desire to grow up grew stronger, our love became less of an option. The truth about us, is, that loving eachother had very little to do with our demise. The truth about us, is, that we knew all too well how too-strong, too-sturdy, too-passionate friendships end. With either star-crossed lovers or distasteful friends.

The truth about you, is that regardless of the amount of the love you offered me, you stood relentless against touch. The truth about you, is that as you grew and learned about new ways to express and recite your own kind of truth, acknowledging the role tact needed to play, only because you grew beside me. The truth about you, is that that your kind of growth that took place beside me was only molded because of me. The time we spent together, too much, too long, was enough to push us past limits. And, as healthy as it was, you learned to define yourself because of me, beside me. The truth about you, is that your smile grew wider, and your laughter became louder. Your eyes learned to sparkle, and your truth became honest. The truth about you, in regards to me, is that the new mold you made yourself fit was that of a modified version of what you wanted me to see.

The truth about me, is that regardless of how much I loved you, it always seemed to pale in comparison to the appreciation the world had for you. The truth about me, is that regardless of my hurt and pain and jealousy, I stood firm against the thought of falling for someone who had grown beside me. The truth about me, is that I’m so close to quitting my role as your witness so as to become something else beside you. The truth about me, is that growing beside you was more of a blessing that I’d ever care to admit to you. But the curse that came tied with it made me question my worthy-ness. The truth about me, in regards to you, is that the change that took place beside you was that of a simple, caring step in an effort to become something else.

So, the truth is, my Love. That we have grown in more ways than we’d ever care to mention, comment, or admit. The truth is, my darling, that we refused to let out friendship turn into a star-crossed lovers story, so we have decided to settle for a distasteful friendship. Not because we didn’t love eachother, of course, we still do, after all. But rather because, the uncertainty and fear of the unknown, overpowered that which we did know. The truth is, that regardless of our love for eachother, some things, as sad as they are, come back to poor timing.

So yes, my darling. I do love you. And that has everything to do with this poem.

But regardless of the love that inspired poetry in your name, it seems I guess we just weren’t meant to stay the same.