Once upon a time, I was falling in love. We were a happy couple, blind to the troubles of the world around us. He was perfectly shaped for me, and I for him. He was the sun for my darkest night. I only felt complete when I was with him. The times we had together were the some of the best memories I ever had. We laughed, we hugged, we kissed. We spent hours in his room または mine, playing our secret lover games. We talked on the phone into the early hours about anything and everything. There were no secrets between us. I knew what made him happy, what made him sad, what kept him running when it seemed impossible. Once upon a time, I was falling in love. Now I'm only falling apart.
