A hurt/love letter

How do I unlearn to love you?
How do I unlearn to live with you?
How can you so easily break all those promises you promised you would keep?
Maybe time wasn’t in our favor.
Maybe love wasn’t supposed to win.
Maybe our happily–ever–after lost itself somewhere in our fights,
somewhere in our desires to be more than what we were.
Maybe the horizon wasn’t meant to be bright.
Maybe the sun just wasn’t meant to shine.
Maybe things were just supposed to be maybes…
But I hope
And I’ll pray
That the sky resting above your head and the ground kissing your feet will one day bring you back to me. But I won’t be there for you. Because in search for something that does not exist
you would’ve lost something you won’t ever recover.