The Unfinished.
Today, I went searching for a show that could hold my attention, and to my surprise, I saw ours. I couldn't watch it, though. I realized no matter how much I loved it, I couldn't bring myself to watch it without you. That was ours. Our time together, our shared laughs, even our shared glances. I had to bury that part of me that came with love. I didn't bury love, but I had to bury what I loved because you came attached. It's funny how one can unknowingly take so much without even being present. And that's exactly what you did. You took my time, my love, my attention, and maybe a bit of my sanity when you decided to go another way. I don't blame you. I blame us. I blame who we became to each other due to our unfinished business. I could never blame you. One, because that would be hypocritical, and two, because you were never at fault. I don't search for you as much, but when things do pop up, oh, do they come with a rush of memories. Completely dominating my ...