Not sure how we got here...

I hang up the phone,
knowing what is to come.
I wipe the tears from my eyes,
what has this love become?

I gather the pictures and gifts,
and place them in a bag.
I log onto facebook,
and begin to untag.

So many photos you took of us,
as the tears fall onto my keyboard.
I click on "My Pictures",
and delete the ones I stored.

I find all the receipts to the movies,
and every time we went out to eat.
I place them in the bag with the pictures,
and your number, I will soon delete.

I grab the bag and head to my car,
I start the engine and roll down my window.
With tears soaking my shirt,
this is killing me, I want you to know.

I drive down the road and arrive at your house,
after a minute, I walk up and you open the door.
Your eyes are bloodshot from crying so hard,
and all my belongings are on the floor.

We sit on the couch and begin to talk,
"I'm sorry that things ended like this,
we both believed we would get married,
and we had so many places to go on our list."

You reply, "I honestly thought you were the one,
I've never felt so loved before,
you fulfilled all of my dreams,
you were perfect and so much more."

Barely able to speak, I reply,
"I don't know how we got here,
I wanted to be with you forever,
losing you, was my biggest fear."

We hand each other all the memories,
and look at each other one last time,
I wrap you in my arms again,
wishing that you were still mine.

I pick up all of my belongings,
and walk over to put on my shoes,
as I'm walking out, I look back and whisper,
"I will always love you..."