I’ve known about your existence since forever.

You never remembered that I existed.

But it was fine because I didn’t care. We never talked, and we didn’t need to.

Until we talked.

It clicked, you know? So many similarities fit into us, and conversation flowing smoother than water through your fingers.

The heartburn started. And then the tiredness but the boost of energy, the lack of my usual negativity.

I let you in, whereas it has taken others years to get to where you are in my heart now.

The fact that you’ve taught me what love is again and asked me to believe in soulmates.

And you got hurt today. I was so worried, much more concerned than I should have been.

I realized.

It took me five days to fall in love with you. And you would never fall as fast as I did, not that you would ever choose me.

And now I’m left grasping at straws, little pieces of conversation, a desperate attempt to keep you and know more about you but.

Your heart belongs to another, while you unknowingly took my heart with you. I think I was always meant to be yours, but you weren’t destined to be mine.

I lost my soulmate before we even had a chance to begin.