I mourn a future that never happened—the mornings I never woke beside you, the hands I never held, the ordinary little life that existed only because my heart believed we might get there.
I keep disguising compliments as observations, because telling her she's beautiful would be too obvious when the truth is that somehow even the ordinary things she does keep making the world look better.
I stopped fighting the tide when I realized it had already carried away everything I was trying to reach, so I let the water take me where I never wanted to go.