Prologue
I remember when I was happy.
Where it went wrong
I will never understand.
From the beginning
It was written in gold,
We were never meant.
And you honoured that, didn't you.
Didn't you, my love.
I cannot stop loving you
Even knowing what is written.
I thought I was the kind of person
Who fights what is written.
I was wrong.
Deeply wrong.
I am nothing but dust
The insignificant kind,
The kind that doesn't even get
To name its own grief.
I am tired, my love.
I am so tired.
But do not mistake this tiredness.
If not loving you were easy
I would have done it
