“If I needed you at 2am, would you let me in?”

Those were the exact words you asked me the day we set the world on fire. Needless to say, I nodded my head without hesitation and had your smile etched into my memory forever. Then you took my hand and me to a place only we knew. I trusted you with my heart, with my life, with all that I have, that you will not drag me headfirst into hell just because you can… and believed that you’d let me in if I needed you at 2am too.

But we cannot believe in this lie forever. Life is a damn pickle; and so are you.

That fateful night when you stopped wishing on 11:11 with me, I knew it was over. But you never said anything, you just kept pretending. I dropped hints but you never caught them. Then I took your hand and you to the place I thought only we knew. Taking back my heart, my life, and all that I had, I moved on… and you never once did turn back.

It is only when we’re miles apart and detached in every way possible that I realise why you didn’t retrieve what was yours. Or rather, didn’t need to. I never had your heart in the first place: all I had was your smile and it was enough to take my heart away.

Throwing back a final goodbye, I gave in to fate. You never did answer your question anyway.

“If I needed you at 2am, would you let me in?”