People will tell you.
They will tell you why it never worked out.
They will tell you it could never have worked out. Ever.
And that they knew it all the while.

People will tell you.
They will tell you about love. About its absence.
They will tell you about your similarities. About your differences.
They will tell you about expectations. About how they always hurt.

People will decide for you.
And they will tell you.

I want to tell you something too.

I will perhaps begin with this.
It was not your fault. It was decided. Not by people.
But perhaps by that rain on the highway that night.
By that last song on the radio you cried to.
By that wait at the bus stop.
By that sick romantic movie you watched last week.

I need to tell you.
That you are still capable of loving someone. And being loved.
That it is Okay to expect.
Expectations are what make you human.
That you need to turn that tear smeared page. And Scream. Scream Out- “ Its Over “.
That you need to stop lamenting the absence of love.
Cause there isn’t any.

Look. I love you : )