cus i love the way you call me baby, and you take me the way i am

i'm aloud to mourn after an entire two years of sharing my life with someone
right?
it just gets me down sometimes
so down, so low, so sad
down, as in
sitting in bed, reading sad love stories and bawling my eyes out while stuffing my mouth with candy and popcorn.

i don't have to want you back
or even, for that matter, think this deserves a second chance.
but i get to mourn
and think to myself how sad it is that after two years of spending every waking moment together
that some things, this included, are simply not meant to be.

if someone would have warned me of this feeling two years ago, i honestly don't know what i would do.