I tell everyone about us.
I talk as though time stood still.
About all things happy.
I was so happy talking about everything.
Everything about us.
And it felt so real..
Like nothing changed at all.
They were envious.
Of how we loved each other.
But when my stories ended..
My heart sank. Cringed.
My smile turned weak
I don't know if I'm lying to them..
Am I? Everything did happen..

I just can't bring myself to say the ending.
To say what became of us
To say we're..
Say we're over
We're not... Right?