When we were young, we thought there was plenty of time and that we had so many tomorrows ahead of us.
We always thought that breaking up wouldn't have much of a consequence.
We were in love, yet always doubted each other's feelings, using breakups to prove how much the other person cared.
The hurtful words we didn't mean became a double-edged sword.
Pride kept us from softening, lowering our heads, and apologizing.
We thought pushing someone away in a fit of stubbornness was a way of showing love.
We were too young, ending things with misunderstandings and leaving regrets behind.
We thought we'd only had a little fight, and that making up would set things right again.
But when you've been gone too long, you look back and find that person is no longer there.
Even when a broken mirror is pieced back together, the cracks remain. They remind those in love that they themselves caused the pain. Even when they still love each other, every new argument hurts all the more.
In those moments when you wake from a dream in the middle of the night, do you find yourselves in tears, filled with regret?
If you meet again, will you still be able to be together?
