Maybe we won't go out with a bang, but we will go out someday. Maybe like a candle flame slowly flickering, allowing the darkness to claim it, or maybe like a butterfly whose wings just won't take it to the sky. We won't end with screaming voices and slamming doors, but with never-ending silences where we just can't quite meet the other's eyes. It won't be a single, defined moment, but rather many moments strung out over time. Nothing lasts forever, my darling, and neither will we. Truthfully, I think I could always see this coming. I never meant to fall for you--it just happened and took me completely by surprise. I hadn't known
