One day

I wish you knew exactly what I meant that one day. The day where we sat on our own in the middle of a quiet beach. We sat there for hours together. Didn't even go near the water. 

You were so sweet. You had even brought a picnic for us. I remember you had cooked it all. You wanted it to be perfect, you said. It was perfect. 

I never did understand what happened. I don't think you did either. But I know exactly where we both ended up. Alone. 

Even now, months later, I think about that day. How the perfect summer day turned into a nightmare where I never speak to you again. 

And you still don't understand. But you never will. Because what I had said matters to me. But apparently not to you.