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This is it, I thought, this is the day I stop being alone.

From now on I'll wake up to someone on the other side of the bed,

exchanging sleepy good mornings and breakfast plans.

I thrive on consistency, knowing there's always a tomorrow;

bring them on, I've always got you.

A voice I recognize, my only support system,

soul mate, spouse, and best friend.

No more tears brushed away, hiding the pain in my eyes,

faking a smile just to play the role by pretending to be alright.

Nothing to see here, move it along.

This exhibit's closed, come back another day.

Turns out I was wrong.

Turns out 'always' is just temporary.

Turns out the promises we made meant nothing.

Ten years of memories pushed to the farthest corners of my mind,

locked in a storage shed gathering dust with all the hopes I had for us.

This is it, I thought as my heart broke, this is the feeling I remember.

This is the reason I closed my heart to love,

I guess it's my fault for giving you the key.

Time spent apart helps to clear the mind,

emotional state is somewhat balanced but I'm still unstable.

So far from the life I thought I had.

I guess it was my fault for not realizing it was over sooner.

Where do we go from here?

Is this really the end of the line?

Fooled myself into believing otherwise,

but it turns out that when it all comes down to it, 

apparently forever really is a lie.