I met a guy.
Isn't that how it always starts.
You meet someone charming and funny.
You start to trust them little by little, letting them into your heart.
You begin to believe again, you start to believe that it is still out there.
That love you lost before still can exisit.
And then, it starts to fall apart.
All over again.
They start to lie to you.
They call less, text less, see you less.
And suddenly you wonder when you stopped being enough.
What was the moment where you no longer became a priority.
Why are you no longer the reason they smile.
When did you just become a choice instead of a reason.